@Jessiepinkss 2 September 2020 more from that month

Paranoia; Emerald.

She wasn't normal Neither was she special He was paranormal, a dazed soul. Casted down to the doom of earth. A roaming ghost. A lost angel to the dark. The window to his life, shut for all eternity. He was a dancer, with a stale heart. His tamed steps could be heard on the marbled floor, a child with no home. A paranoid being, unstable like the constant rain on my porch. His tears, hot on his trails. The tales of her fortune, clouded by fate. She is tied to his fingers, a far cry to his paranoia. A cursed devil, far from home His hell, a living disaster. She was his safe haven, his confessions to his sins. Still swollen from her fate, wanting nothing but death's palm, her head at paranoia's gates. He'd seen nothing like her, she was special, different from all others, she was his key to salvation. Wanting nothing but freedom from the chains, that drags him down to the soil's abyss, his clock, like a ticking time bomb. He was a myth from the future, that withers his decays to the past, as he digs hallowed holes to the present. Emerald, was her name, the precious gem to his freedom. She could see her doom in his eyes, he was the psycho to her horrific reality, the bondage pulling her to hell. "His" is not a name to be called, he is the devil himself, she was a prisoner to his devious covenant, one who is no longer of the living. She wasn't normal But neither was she special He was paranormal And she; a paranoid corpse She was "Emerald", the key to hell.