KrysSefhir : Writing

In the Coffin

In the Coffin

A Story by KrysSefhir


Krysty lay in the middle of her room; watching the door smoke. The fire on the other side was still there’ crackling’ waiting; trying to s..
Fire

Fire

A Poem by KrysSefhir


It strikes hardAnd it strikes fastNo one can sayHow long it lastsSo we fightNight and dayTill the dayWe waste away.
Sometimes

Sometimes

A Poem by KrysSefhir


Sometimes all I feel,is intensely horrible pain.Sometimes I can't feel,as if I'm not sane.Sometimes there are tears,sliding down my face.Other timesth..