I’m hovering between dead skies and bloody nights Haunted by the remembrance of your lies A caring, comforting kind of love. I swear I hate you to the skies above I feel so dead, cheated and used I cared so much and lies consumed. You never ended up All that which I expected you to… Continue reading Looking Back at 11:33 (Part 1)
Tag: little time
My broken angel
Her eyes look so happy her smile is the type that you no your are going to get in to some type of trouble but on the inside she has a deep sadness of death and parting. A lost soul in a fucked up world but to me she is just a hurt angel I… Continue reading My broken angel
In Hiding
Feelings of pain inside my head. They turn my thoughts to suicide again. Thought I was free from this fucked up way. Thought wrong. Need an escape.
The Well Meant Suggestion of an Idiot
I’m not in here very often. I don’t get much time between working, sleeping, and breathing.
psychopomp: Decline
Harry locked the door to his apartment at 10:34pm in the night. At 10:36pm in the night he was at the bottom of the stairs, standing in the building lobby. He stood there for a while. Two old men were slumped in tattered armchairs in front of a flickering black and white television. No sound,… Continue reading psychopomp: Decline