Beautiful Crimson

I-wish-I-were-dead

This is only the prolouge to the story,so,read and review ,please! It might not make too much sense,but heck dose life make any sense at all?

Desperation

Love

crimson

Silver

Gold

Tears

Deciet

Lies

risks

not breathing

angels

Demons

Prostittution

Crime

Good

Evil

Death

Hate

Trust

Wings

We will offer our prayers to a God of the Sky,flying away on dusk colored wings. Good,Evil,Love,Hate,it dosen't matter anymore. Nethier does the Lies,Risks,or Deciet. In our desperation of leaving a world wich Prostittutes it's soul, we die, forgetting the crime of breathing. The Demons and the Angelssing a sad Hymn as we entrust our prayers to their voices. The Angels will cry Tears of Silver joy,whilist the Demons will cry Tears of Golden sorrow. But we will cry Tears of Crimson Love,dyeing diamond colored Roses red, turning a sea Crimson and engulfing the World in blood.

A Lovers Vow

Well that's it for now I'll actually put up a chapter later. Just keep in mind it has a plot. Please review but be warned if you flame,I'll sick a flamethower on you! Just kidding. I'm not that psychotic but please don't flame.