She found him in the dark and their lips met. Soft and gentle the two lovers began undressing each other. She began reaching for his belt when she saw the flash of a knife in the silhouetted moonlight.
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Love is Hate in a Twisted Way
Love is blind lonely and bitter it hides from the truth making you feel different than you do
Believe
“…knives stained in crimson tears of mine/ blood i long to bleed/ scars multiplying down my arm/ anger that drives me to scream/ dark room/ devoid of life/ ‘cept this pitiful existence known as me/ night’s power and deception/ pain and loneliness i always need…”
Laughter is the best medicine?
They say that laughter is the best medicine, but what if the laughter is directed at someone, not in a playful way, but an evil hateful way. Perhaps laughter is the psychiatrists choice of recreational drugs, because it brings in more patients than cocaine or heroine ever could.
River of Sorrows
Patiently awaiting his arrival, I kneeled down behind the oak, hiding within the forest. A letter under my chamber door had notified me of this meeting, on a gloomy night with only the moon to guide me.
Damn people take every thing away
I wish I could touch the sky… and hold my head up high but why…?
deceptive
..deceptive.:. here i am just me being myself by myself alone again as it always ends. thinking of ways to improve, ways to change, things to do and places to go. i never ask myself why, just another day slowing passing by second after second.
Take it Back
Dedicated to Ray-Even though he is no longer with us, he still lives in our hearts.
felling sorry for yourself are you?
I may be one of the few in the world that has lived with my depression long enough to be able to ignore it most of the time, but I do not believe that Most of you are as bad off as you say you are. Sure, I love to play with knives, yes, self… Continue reading felling sorry for yourself are you?