Demolition Lovers

[stitchedskull]

Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

It had seemed like forever ago, but the emotions burned like it had been yesterday. The pain and strangling misery of the loss burned like a hot coal in his throat. Why did it have to happen? Why did life have to come to such an end? Who is cruel enough to set such torment? Who is sick enough to have love, the most beautiful thing in the world turn black and ugly. What made him do it? Still, though it had been over a year, the stallion refused to beleive it was true. Life was no longer real for him. It was just a dream, a sick nightmare and he was just waiting to wake.... waiting to his sun to come up.

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

The chosen bronc would never let his love truely leave him. Never. Still, through the rot and lost moments, he recalled the beauty they had, the passion they shared. He still tried proving himself to the other. Trying... trying to show he still cared, giving his soul to the dead. He had little left to give to the gnawing guilt his deceased lover had left. His heart had already been ripped form his grey chest, sinking in the pits of the black sea. But still, he would bleed himself dry for the other.

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...

All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are
Is bullets I mean this

He was sure he would have done the same. THe love was shared. Alone they were two homeless beast with no real heart, no real purpose to the other equine. But together, they were no better. But at least they had each other. Just bullets. Just bullets in the sky waiting to crash and tear flesh, ruining the life they had been given.

As lead rains, will pass on through our phantoms
Forever, forever
Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning
Forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down, and in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands, and as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood, and as we're falling down
I'll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes, I mean this forever

And so he decided. Life was not alive alone. He would stay alone forever in such a state, in such a place. The pain, he couldn't take it anymore. The bronc would prefer no life to one of suffering and tragedy. And so he ran. And he kept running, sweapt breaking his flesh soon, the sky clapping in rage, setting out an army of rain. The bullets soaked through to his pink hide, burning like acid against the sweat. His knives thundered under the raging sky as he screamed in pain, going numb and not caring. Nothing mattered. Nothing at all.

Why had he chosen to love?

All they were were Demolition Lovers.

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c.arila

Blue pintaloosa galloped, stopping only when she saw another form. She could see the cliffs from her current position - Jump, it seemed to say to her. Why? she replied. It was her life, her life that would be forfeited.

Carila had grown up the heir - though, unlike her long dead sister Siren, she was not stuffed up, pompous. She was proud to be herself. And she believed stags were just as good as mares, not better, and sometimes worse. After all, her herd had been ruled by a mare.

So here she stood, watching one who's heart seemed to be dying - they seemed to be dying. The rain made her pelt nearly invisible.

She galloped after the stag, mixed blood racing through her veins. She whinnied, nudging the seemingly unresponsive stallion, trying to get him to slow. Though nudges were rarely enough. Carila attempted to bite the stallion, attempted to drive him from his current madness. She followed him, wanting to know what was so important - or unimportant. So she followed.

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(OH YEE! I will post first thing tomorrow. I am being hurried off.)

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[stitchedskull]

Thud.

Thud.

Nothing. The sound of her blending thunder faded into the storming sky. The shoves mattered not to his emotionally numb state. The bite however, brought the fem to his attention. HE felt the sharp pain in his withers, the sharp movements his stilts pulled them into, tearing his grey hide from her teeth in no sort of kind manner.

Unexpecting her to be there, he screamed and reared back as instinct rushed through his body, brining momentary life back through his veins. He screamed again, turning sharply to skid to a hault, slashing his chipped flints. Sweat sprayed from his body, foam burning from his mouth. His sides heaved in panic and hard breath before he fell to the ground and bolted from her.

Without a warning, pain struck his whole body, causing his legs to quake, sending him to the earth. Luckily, his barrel brok ethe fall, but his skull hit next. With a crash, hie weight broke the beaten grass below him as the pain pelted him like millions of tiny needles.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

His heart raced, his sides bled, his mouth foamed. The pale grey pools rolled wildy, showing the brilliant whites as he thrashed about in the mud, screaming and screaming until his throat let him no more.

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c.arila

Carila looked down upon the figure, surprised. She whickered, first gently, then more forcefully, pounding the earth sharply with night-colored daggers.

Come, come now. You'll upset the balance of the Earth.

Of course, Carila didn't care about balance... But she was speaking noncence words, just to get him to understand. The blood frightened her slightly - Daughter of a rebellious Light, a queen of the Darks. When in battle, she loved to cause the blood... But when it was someone she had nothing yet against, she cared not for it. It left a drunkeness in her mind, her heart feeling light and stupid. But still, from time to time she would take a sip of her enemy's blood, causing her to feel the rush of another's through her life force. But this was different. In this, she felt fear.

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As the bewilderment settled and the fear subdued by lack of pain, his thrashing haulted. Still, his sides rose and fell, rose and fell. After what seemed like forever for the poor stallion he closed his eyes tight and whimpered at her words. He shook his head, letting it rise, then crash into the field.

"No!" He screamed. "No! It's already been disrupted. It's my fault. My fault! I couldn't make him happy. I wasn't good enough. I didn't stop it. No! It's my fault." He gave a sharp, shrill squeal like a hog and thrashed his head again before letting himself go still and limp. "I ruined it all." Had this been a movie, this would have been teh moment the tear would have spilled from his sorrowed grey pools. But alas, this was no movie, and so no tear fell. "I already upset the balance."

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c.arila

Though she hated it, Carila cooed softly to the stallion, strangley mother-like. Mother motherly than her own mother had been, in fact.

I don't really care about the balance... What happened?

she asked softly, watching his limp form from time to time thrash. Scared - of course. But she had to stay - she was interested, caught in the snare of curiosity. Was this what her mother had done when she had left? Perhaps... but probably not. It was a possibility.

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He calmed and lay still, pulling his skull tight agaisnt his breast pools shut tightly as he shut his auds to the beating rain.

"I'm alone." His body shook violently as his sounds wavered. "I'm alone.... and will be forever. It's my fault. My fault he killed himself." He shook continuously now, emiting weak squeaks of pain and confusion at the happenings. He shuddered at the memory, so old, so new. How long had been? Long enough and short enough to matter. Long enough to prove he was truely alone. Short enough for the wound to keep bleeding.

"Why.... why.... why.... why had he done it?" The stallion hushed to himself. "What could I have done?" This time, he himself was unsure if he directed his speach to the fem or himself.

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c.arila

Carila, still cooing like a dove, walked slowly towards him, laying down far enough away to be sure she wouldn't be kicked or bitten without some difficulty.

I, too, am alone,

she murmured quietly, just loud enough for the maddened stag to hear. She was alone - she was alone. The realization struck her like a knife. Alone - she had never been alone. Always had Carila been the center of attention, though she hated it. She had hated her time with the Dark fools - for they were blinking idiots. So she had left.

And now she was hear, with a maddened stallion, going on about how he had caused another to kill himself... Oh, how the tables had turned.

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[stitchedskull]

As another wave of calm shuddered thrugh him, he roleld to his sotmach and sat up, watching her. What would he say? He did feel selfish, but it hurt all the same. A brink of sanity crossed over his words, he chose to use them.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, but then closed his eyes and looked away to a small huddle of trees. Despitet the dull sting in his shoulder, the blood had been washed away by the rain. He arched his hinds up, then picked up his fores to a stand. He shook his banner and looked at hte mare.
"Thank you." He whispered quietly, padding through the smud towards her, nose down. He let it tap against her un-bleed withers lightly.
"There is shelter from the rain over there. Come with me. Please?"

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c.arila

Mare stood as he rose, watching, slightly wary, as he walked towards her. Small tremor went down her body as he touched her - could this truly be the same maddened one? Harks perked, catching his words. She nodded quietly at his question.

I'll come... And it's alright.

She watched him - a mood swing? Or was it merely a mask drawn over his features, a mask he could hide behind? Well - everyone had masks.

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[stitchedskull]

He nodded glumly and dropped his skull again to hang before his stilts as he trotted towards the trees. He reached them soon eough, stepping into a warm patch he shook his thick coat free of water. In his thoughtful, short walk to his currenlt location he had just about forgotten of the mare. His head turned to see if she had followed him. Slowly, he dropped his carcass at the roots of a large tree and pulled his pillars to his body for more warmth.

It was neither a mask, no a mood change. It was... lack of rage. AS the rage died out, defaiting his soul, it slowly filled with sorrow once more.

He nosed the earth and nipped several stalks of grass, whipcord flickring on his haunches.

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((Sorry for not posting! I had no muse, and I was working on finishing a site...))

c.arila

Pintaloosa lady delicately followed, her "lady"ness due to her unsurety. He... surprised her. She thought she knew her standing, and then she knew nothing, it seemed. All she knew was his ever-changing features, like a demon attempting to be controled by a weak force. It didn't daunt her - he facinated her. Normally stallions were cocky fellows without a brain in their head. She didn't know about him....

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