A cold wind blew hair into her face, unknowing of the brutal happenings occuring. She shivered, but remembered, soon she would no longer feel the cold. Her first few weeks, she attempted to keep hope, but now, she thought of nothing but the end. It had been 2 monthes now, since he had taken her… Continue reading Desolate
Tag: glare
The Venus Sentinel
Under the night’s glare, sparkle beam sun, does the air of freedom float in the breeze. As I gaze to the pinprick heavn’s above, for a setting of such that I please.
Betrayal
Breathlessness fills you As you stare at him At Her Desire and rage
Shadows of the Dark
“So you what?” Jechiziah was growing impatient. “I’ve had enough of you Gabriel, and your pathetic problems. You’ve driven me to the point where I just don’t care anymore. Leave and don’t come back.”
Shadows of the Dark
“So you what?” Jechiziah was growing impatient. “I’ve had enough of you Gabriel, and your pathetic problems. You’ve driven me to the point where I just don’t care anymore. Leave and don’t come back for a while.” Gabriel blinked out of sight upon hearing Jechiziah’s threat, yet, he managed to sneak in one more glare… Continue reading Shadows of the Dark
Little Girl
The Little Girl in the corner Rocking and singing to herself Ripping the heads of her many dolls Saving them on a shelf
My love for you
I watch you standing in the moonlight Love grips my soul at such a sight What I feel for you cannot compare Even with your cold, icy glare
Never Again
I stare into the mirror, I hate my reflection. I see everything in it. I see everythig I try to hide. My black hair falls onto my face hiding another black eye from view, but I still there. Ut’s still there like the bruses along my arms, along my whole body.
Time Between, Kingdom of Pain
There was nothing left…her legs collapsed beneith her. The lights above seemed to twist the world around her, and mist filled the air. Terra touched her brow, her chakra, and swooning on the ground her mouth moved forming one word.
Description of me
Greetings, I am Ravyn. I am not your normal teenage girl. (Well maybe I’m normal at this website. . .) I dress “differently” than other people; to be more specific I haven’t worn color in two years.