My Hell

Poetic Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the Dark One’s touch falls against my naked soul. It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones. In numbness I hang my head while death follows. Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes. This is my Hell

~The Urge~

Sometimes things don’t seem they’ll ever mend and that’s when I’ll want my life to end It’s one way of few I’m like my mom I can’t handle it all and explode like a bomb


Cry and make the pain come out. Release. only difference is that now the pain fills the room instead of just the being. I cry for my pain…but also for the pain of others who suffer like i do. its funny how the world alwayz seems oblivious to the way that ure feeling.