Standing at the altar

Ready to split our blood

Signed a pice of paper

Took a sharp pen

Poked my finger

But my finger print down

He did the same

Then we slashed our palms

With the same knife

Put them together

For the blood pact

then we kissed

And where wed...

This is a dialogue exchange for a story I’m working on. [Story tagline: “Nobody ever thought ‘second chances’ would start a war. Everyone was wrong. _So_ wrong.”]

D -> (Sebastian) Denver Hyde

M -> Matin Ripley

H -> Harlow Elyse

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D: “We’re a group, we’re _Chancers_. Are you?”

M: “I’m- I’m not quite sure. I heard about this just yesterday-”

D: “Being a Chancer is a blood pact. If you don’t int...

Something I’ve always underplayed

Was the tradition of communion

The sacrifice, the blood

What commitment is truly thee

Sometimes we practice without fully

Realizing first...

Break this promise

And you’ll regret it,

We made a blood pact,

Never to be broken…

Without consequence.

Tears shall be shed,

Blood shall be bled,

From the eyes and body

Of the traitor.

I wouldn’t recommend

Crossing me,

It’s a dangerous thing to do,

You’ll see…

If you dare go behind my back

And break

Our blood pact....

I scrub my skin with iron wool—

Cleaning off layers with strings of metal,

Slicing my body in pieces,

Uprooting myself in layers,

Lying in a crimson shower.

And though my body melts away,

My soul holds ground, unmoved,

For here it has been deeply planted,

And here it will stay.

I’ve torn myself to shreds—

To rebuild a person from scratch,

Rewiring fresh veins,

Weilding new bones,

But the unto...

An unbreakable bond that'll keep us chained forever

Parts of your blood always running through mine

The inescapable torture of your mistakes

I must not speak of them, I must not speak

Traitor! You called me for speaking against my own

Nothing more dangerous than she who tells the truth

To turn a blind eye is to be trusted

To acknowledge is to be casted

Dear child, he tried to tape your mouth s...

We are tied together.

Red filling my mind and palm.

Together we are, with our red tinted glasses.

This is a bond that flows through our veins,

Yours and mine.

Constantly flowing and coursing.

Overwhelmingly pumping like any attempt of severance.

We are dull.

Grey with any color of blood.

Death or not,

Ill or not,

This is the pact we’ve made.

Pacts are unbreakable,

especially w...

Time races with the Unknown.

Chances of eliminating fear is low.

Your words being the truest thing In me.

Easing the pain as though we are warm tea.

Holding on to the love we fight.

Cannot help but understand life bites.

Pouring us in to one glass.

Streams through our veins blast.

Taking it in its truest form.

Nothing to be erased or torn.

With this Blood pact, we are more....

Meet me at the weeping willow tree

At the turn of the century

And we’ll enter into the future wearing white.

Watch me prick my finger on a thorn

And bleed red roses.

I will bloom when the gloom of singledom lifts its fog from my wilting brainstem.

You are a breath of fresh air

In a world of mechanical steam....

You and me

Us together

Souls intertwined

Will never leave

Each other’s side

Till the end of time

What’s mine is yours

What’s yours is mine

May we always be a rhyme

A back and forth

That never stops

That always compliment each other

Even through a lot

Together, with blood drawn

May we be sisters through it all

Through blood

Through pain

Through body

Through brain

This is our pact

We can n...