Her mascera.

Another night staring at the ceiling he leans against the white walls with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away. four knuckles bashing against purity grasped by an unloved soul. with her cold hands holding his the raindrops hit the windows. as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor. Another night with the clouds… Continue reading Her mascera.

GLASS IMAGE

THIS GLASS IMAGE, THAT I STARE INTO ALWAYS STAYS THE SAME.NEVER CHANGES JUST SETS IN MAKING YOU REALIZE ,THAT THE IMAGE IS REAL.NOTHING FAKE ITS ALL YOU. YOUR .FLESH ,VEINS,BLOOD,TEETH,AND HAIR.ALL THESES SIGHTS MAKE YOU WANNA BLEED THROUGH YOUR EYES..FALL TO THE FLOOR …THEN DIE…INSTEAD JUST BLACKEND TOXIC TEARS , DRIP, AND START BURNING INTO… Continue reading GLASS IMAGE