Chapter 3

Being a holder that scribbles away her essence of glory and maturity temptation lies between her fixation on round eyes

Polarized pictures of her past were like cinematic films prevailing shown multiple seasons despite the due of one date

Curious as the world charge her to be nothing but reasonable and kind but little the glooming of pardon world infers she was the heir of her sadness which translates to disputing power and fire that made mere strangers wonder what's in her beautiful brain

As she evades the alley of the blue lane

Hold your power before it escapes the prison walls of blooming flowers

Swirl glitch aside from the Gotham bravery that discloses the absence of her mind when it runs a thousand miles

Institutional thoughts were invariably

Would you walk into the gaps in walls wondering how the case of England was even made?

Pain that was the destroyer of all burns on the metal vision of friction gates that freeze a person of that even love was forbidden within the forest as the heart of the Queen Gillian of Flourish that brings within the avoidance of it breathe yet the punches of bollards air out a person hold on the glass that rather skips the boiling point of her pressure

She was not meant to be loved even the dust of a man thinks the same as his essence was lingering within the ashes of dark greys

Speaker grew harder and stronger

Yet the pigments of colors are hard to declare sudden vicious thought

Salvaging the blondes of the far priest era

She was tormented by the mystic of her early eager

Yet why should the decipherer turn and denounce her instead of her circumstances

Opinions and remembrances

Locked away inside that room

With no key

A dark room

Hidden from perspective

Too much pain and tragedy lie within

I bleed my disposition on the manuscript to write what our deteriorated hearts feel

I write for the lineage who can't put it into words

I fed the needs of blood

Vampires deification her broken soul yet all she was trying to do was to rehabilitate from her heartache

Fantasy was far gone and he is gone for good

Mind my words, Cheshire, I will have you expelled from this kingdom if you persuade me

An empty peril from an empty girl

She rounded on him, teeth flashing. "I am not empty. I am full to the verge of murder and revenge. I am overflowing and I do not think you wish for me to submerge blood

"There was a time" - Tamara yawned -

Everything ended in tragedy whether we like it or not