Some days i feel like im walking on the corpses of fallen angels in that my life seems to be based on the destruction and absence of happiness.The world is a corrupt place, a destroyed place, a place where people leave suicide notes on web-sites and the youth are free to kill the old.
Author: downwardspiral
Birth,life....awaiting death
Into the world of Midian (pilot chapter)
“1:Volatile Crescendo:1” [this is a pilot chapter to see if people like it, if it recieves a good response based on views and comments i will post the rest of it in chapters (this being the first), Until then Enjoy.]
Perseverance
Darkness was fast descending upon me, but there was no-one here to help me only those out to hurt me. Ironically there were people running around to finish me off and i sat watching my own blood swim across the linolium floor.
Hidden in a veil of lies
There is an ever turning abyss in the minds of those who know not what they do, they know not why they do what they do but they do it anyway….i am one of the supposed innocents, the pleasant appproachable name for certifiably insane.
Waiting for another chance
Silently i stood at her window, watching her sleep, viewing her dreams, hissing as she stirred an moved so innocently. My thirst was becoming intolerable but i could wait, and wait i did. I waited in the comfort of silence and darkness, til she awoke, til i woke her. And up she came quickly out… Continue reading Waiting for another chance
too much of life is a dangerous thing
everybody says that life is good live it to the max and psychologists tell me HATE IS TOO STRONG A WORD TO USE FOR EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING.Why do i let everyone tell me what to do?
Raining blood and tears
i stood in absolute silence deaf to the cries of those who thought they needed me, i didnt need them so why should i have cared? The graveyard was quiet, drenched in the pouring rain i stood in silence waiting for something, anything, anything that would take away all my pain , hate , fear.… Continue reading Raining blood and tears
Lullaby
i could hear myself screaming……no-one else could.no-one could hear what i heard, i wouldn’t wish that upon anyone.but why, why was i cursed with this wretched gift. a female voice only speaking to me, me,alone at my window she spoke sweet words of hatred i couldnt understand. my window is three stories up, unreachable to… Continue reading Lullaby
Shallow Grave
no reason is necessary, there never is. Sat in a graveyard i wondered is there any point of living? Birth is not the beginning of life it is the beginning of death slow as it may be but for all we know death could be breathing down our necks.
me: my own martyr
For endless days and endless nights, of endless pain and endless frights, of creatures never seen before, joys and freedom nevermore,