(This post if for the death category) And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to… Continue reading The Scene
every night before she went to bed,she’d pray to be dead. and every morning she cries and asks god why? why her? why couldn’t he make her die. more tears fill up in her eyes, as she falls to the ground. she goes kiss her mom, dad, brother, and sisters. she writes a note that… Continue reading a time of pain, (End)
Hear the black moon dries itself in the gray sky, surrarounded by thousand cries it begins to melt like it was crashing upon the stars.