Parents are fighting again and theres a knock at the door, can they hear the screams? And they stand there while the little girl cries, and waits for someone to pay attention to her, and the person ringing the bell is waiting for some sign of life but they came to the wrong place cuz… Continue reading knock at the door
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My life Story
Every night from the time I was two my father has beaten me. He beat my sister and my mother because I was born. He would throw me across the castle rooms and laugh as I would crash into the stone walls. The only peace I found each day was when I was with my… Continue reading My life Story
-[X.x]- When Angel’s Cry Blood –[x.X]-
Looking down At this broken world Felt in the innocence Of a little girl Not realizing hope Not seeing the light Eyes torn out Raped of sight Life wrapped In a murky essence Entwined in deceit Found in its presence Festering away Rotting in time Its darkness sinks deep So strong and sublime Blinded by… Continue reading -[X.x]- When Angel’s Cry Blood –[x.X]-
Temptation
Danny never had a date, Danny never went out, Danny never had a mate, He never had a spouse. Danny only sixteen years old, Really wanted a girl, He wanted one not cold, That was as pretty as a pearl. One day he spotted a little girl, Of twelve or thirteen maybe, She was as… Continue reading Temptation
Forgotten
I’m just a dark shadow, no one sees me anymore.. I am just an forgotten soul, know one knows me anymore.. I cut my flesh, to see that I am alive.. But I find it painful, and see that I become more forgotten to this world.. Why are you staring at me like that? Fuck… Continue reading Forgotten
Daddy’s Little Girl (revised)- a short story
It was 3 a.m. and she still sat in her corner. She had been there all night, sitting alone in the darkness of her little room. Her corner comforted her. It was the one place she could go to that was always there, just how she wanted it; quiet, simple, and solid. This was where… Continue reading Daddy’s Little Girl (revised)- a short story
Deluded Metaphor To You
I’m alone in this tiny room, writing again. My mother’s telling me to go to bed, but I’m not listening. Who cares if it’s gone midnight? It’s not my fault she can’t appreciate the night. Night is when all creativity flows. Why waste it with sleep? Dreams are nothing, dreams hurt. I dreamt of you… Continue reading Deluded Metaphor To You
insanity simply might be easer
Dear How can I Wright a letter to a man more a shadow Whose name I have never know ,But a man none the less I have loved all my life.
The Truth About Janie McRoberts, Part 7
“We didn’t want to believe that Janie had killed herself. We wanted someone to blame for our loss. The police were very understanding and yet very firm that all foul play had been ruled out. All evidence pointed to suicide. But every time someone said that, all we thought of was ‘why?’ Why would our… Continue reading The Truth About Janie McRoberts, Part 7
My Dream – MourningStar plz Read:)
Ok. This was from quite a while ago, and I keep forgetting to post it. Quite a while ago, somebody posted their dream. And Mourning Star happened to be very good at analysing them:) And (s)he? said (s)he would do one of mine if i put it up. Well, I don’t know if this has… Continue reading My Dream – MourningStar plz Read:)