as the reapers walk no footsteps on the ground a blood trail left behind barring not a sound
Tag: cradles
Falling Into Hell
Holding on with the last bit of strength in my body… everyone i love is above me, helpless, staring with desparation in their eyes. I know what’s pulling me down, it’s my heart… feels as if it’s made of iron. So heavy, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Ether DilEmMA
writing on my walls, the worlds scramble churning out lies for my prostate to digest my head is detaching, soaring in the clouds black clouds as i grab my hair and tear
A Genuflect for Salvation!
Even the sea has embraced the sun; and still I hear a silent prayer on my every dream. And Still I feel the spirit whose flames does not burn, whose heat does not hurt. Whose Fire within me does not die, as mine servant for the eye of desire.