I can’t keep holding back all of the hate that I’d love to shoot at evewryone around me. Last night if I wasn’t stoned as shit, I surely would have snapped at my step-mom. She starts screaming at me to everyone, talking about me in third person, she holds up her middle finger and sais… Continue reading A quick glance at my situation
I feel you pulsing, quick and calm. I hear you calling my name and I answer, moaning in pain and pleasure. I’ve heard the voices; telling me you’ve used me just to fill your hopeless voids. And it’s okay because my pain pleases both of our senses. Your nails scrape at my wrists and the… Continue reading Truth
My journey started long ago, on a summer’s morn well lit. Who’d know now it darkness fall, alone and cold I sit.
Hey, i’m really pissed off right now at my so called “friends.” i have gone to school wearing all black, the boots, studded belts, and black pants before just becuz i liked the outfit. Even then, i felt like i should be in a goth community without all the “normals” who call us Satanists. I… Continue reading Oblivious “Normals”
Krissy shuddered as she walked out into the crisp air, skipping down her front steps into the gentle hum of Reggie’s jeep. “Hey, babe” he sweetly smiled as he put his big hand on her bare, milky white thigh. Her green eyes looked into his hazel fogs. She straightened up quickly, checking her smokey make… Continue reading Story of a highschool steriotype (pt. 3)
Moving…back on this subject. Mom says I need to make myself over over the summer, before we move. You know, no more black clothing, no more weird assed bracelets & necklaces, no more black nails, no more spikes. I say no and that I’m going to keep wearing this stuff. Mom doesn’t think they’ll accept… Continue reading Mom says, Mom thinks, Mom may have a Point?
16,the time for experimenting,the time for fun,the age of the free mind and body.This year was supposed to be mine.Yet it was crushed by my own blood,my own mother. “Sure Shaun you can wear whatever you want,wear your individuality with pride.”But as soon as I walk out of the door with black nails I am… Continue reading The Controlled life of an Unfree spirit.
How can I describe being alone… Alone it is when you are blind…it is black and you cannot see anything but total darkness. Alone, being deaf…no sound only complete silence.
Serenity in her lullaby Her words dripping with piety Ink seeping onto parchment; holy scripture Blood from her son will set the children free
“Take a bath with me?” I ask, innocently enough. You simply nod your assent as your hands touch my face, kissing me softly and slowly, melting me.