Dark and deep alone I will sit, within the cell I have created for me. The chains, wither the flesh about my joints, and make me curse each passing day. So alone,
Tag: joints
Ein enfertes Herz
Faith in me, is faith in you Dying within is dying without Broken joints are nothing to you Nothing to you is nothing to me
Loving the dead
Faith in me is faith in you Dying within is dying without Broken joints are nothing to you Nothing to you is nothing to me
Dream 3
The dream is a billowing smothering seething cloud this time, that wraps me in Darkness. Fighting for every breadth I claw and bite at the Blackness. I slip, lose my hold for a moment and the Dream plunges in, ripping me from my body, and carrying me away with it.
…& people die young…
I once knew a girl. She was kind of a loner, kind of not. She just didn’t hang out with anyone in school. Everyone knew she had friends somewhere else. What they didn’t know was that it was a bunch of 18 year old guys (3 years older) that lived 45 minutes away.