Humble and held together By rotting breaking strings Nothing on the mind But hate and broken dreams What once was but a splinter Has now become a tree Sticking in the mind What no one cares to see I stand alone on a beach With angry tides and benchful sands Blood running down my arm… Continue reading Final Thoughts
He walks slowly across the dirtied floor; his victim lifeless, glazed eye’s staring out into the abyss. The killer, a master, his movements sure and even; striking the match with elegance he burns the house. As it glows in the ever growing distance, he laughs wildly at the thought of an investigation. He was invisible,… Continue reading The perfect killer
Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.
He has haunted me for as long as I can remember. He’s been a dark shadow always hovering over me. He stalks me in my dreams; lurks in the shadows of my every nightmare.
It smelt of many colognes and sweat, sweet, adolescent sweat, a slight undertone of fabric softener hinting at the edges of the nasal smorgasbord. Adultery’s cologne was
Here is a poem I wrote.. inspired by true events. I’m not sure about names.. but here’s the story. A man was in love with this woman.. and after she died. he covered her skin with wax and silk to preserve her.. and inserted tube in certain areas.. well.. u get the idea. Here is… Continue reading Preserved For All Eternity