IronhidesDaughter

My thoughts match the night Dark and quiet, Quiet, quiet, quiet. Like crickets and wolves Circling in a hidden abyss Of promises tempting lies Of lost livings, things lost, And lost dreams waiting to become dreams Afraid and wanting to come true. Footsteps running in shadowed secret paths Pound my heart Shadows sprinting and stealing my breath Dragging circling thoughts, Quiet and dark Like shattered glass knives That match hues with the night.

She looked at the reflection. The bags under her eyes could be hologramed away, everything could. He would tell him today. That was why she was here, on Earth. Tell him. Say goodbye. And leave. But she had been here two weeks. She was weakening and he was noticing. But he was too polite to ask. She put up the hologram, but it flickered, the circuit finally burning out completely. She gazed at the broken, crumbling metal. Cracks were everywhere and the energon flowing through her veins could be seen pumping. It hurt. But she had to keep at it all. Just a little, just to find a good place, to get away from him. She looked at her red and purp