Bruises and Blood part I

Razor Simons was perched on the window sill in his upstairs bedroom, finishing off the last of his cigarette. “Damn him. Why did he have to go and rat on me?” Razor asked himself as he stared out into the darkness. It was the middle of summer and even though he had his t shirt… Continue reading Bruises and Blood part I

WHO’S VIOLENT

I STUCK A NEEDLE IN YOUR VEIN AND WATCHED YOU BECOME THE SCENE SPLATTERING THE WALLS TO FIT IN I LITE ANOTHER DREAM AND GIGGLED AT YOUR MIDDLE CLASS SEARCH FOR PAIN UNDERSTANDING

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there once was a boy, so treasured and loved..that everybody wished they could be just like him..but no body knew just how much he cried..for all his pain was locked up inside, scars on his arms, bruises on his heart..all because of what you did. you thought he was different..you tried to change him, you… Continue reading +—+