 |
If pain is a battlefield
Then choose your weapons
Cause a war’s beginning
Inside of you
Sharpen your blades
Load your guns
Ready your st..
|
|
The pain grips her
Tearing up her insides
Gripping, ripping, in agony,
Herself she just hides
What has she become?
Only a devil to herself
Not..
|
|
The streets are black as midnight, which makes sense, because it is midnight. I could only see a few feet in front of me in the light my headlights cr..
|
 |
The coffin lowered slowly into the dark hole. A few minutes later shovels were picking up loose dirt and throwing down, covereing her. I watched them ..
|
 |
Just a short story I wrote randomly.
|
 |
The cold air sunk deep into her bones and chilled her. Her big coat wasn’t helping her today. Her feet crunched on the leaves scattered on the g..
|
 |
"i think it's cute, that you're such a fruit."
|
 |
"don't fret, i don't hate you... yet."
|
 |
"This life seems endless, it's as cold as stone."
|
 |
"it's only a memory, just some made up nightmare."
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This