Butterfly effect in a cocoon this serenade, a forgotten tune like a strange dream come true the colors fade to a sickly hue
Tag: open wound
Mistakes
Melana December 24, 2001 I finished writing my letter to Mom. I hope she understands. I’m really sorry. But at least she’ll have Elaine. I’m in her way, holding her back. Elaine’s what’s really important to Mom.
Angels Love
Damiens flowing black trenchcoat wafted behind him with each gust of cold, bitter wind. He had walked upon this sidewalk many times before, yet only now did it have more of a meaning than a mindless wandering. Dead leaves sifted across his path, lifted upon sightless wings and lain to be upon the frozen ground.
greetings to you my death
pick at them those fucking scabs pick the razor up and use it against me who is fighting me it is so dark fucking shit it is just me.