Erotica Nympthus was head of a secret underground coven, only real Vampyres could get in and not the posers, you know who I’m talking about you pulse loving bleeding bastards! Anyway, he had a part time job working nights as a local bar tender for a club called ‘Poor Richard’, he was dealin’ up some… Continue reading Nympthus
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Young suicide.
He didnt love me. I shrugged. She didnt want me. I shrugged. I ignored both my parents, as I played with the clogs of dirt on my shoes. I’ve been grounded since I was 4. I’m 8 now. The only times I’ve seen sunshine was when I was a baby. I can barely remember it.… Continue reading Young suicide.
Where Are You ..?
Everyone ignores me. Nobody can see me! I’m invisable. I live in my solitude, it protect me. I love my solitude. I love it more than you, mommy. Know why? Because its there for me. It tells me things, bad things.
Chris
Sitting on his porch on a snowy night in January, Chris wondered why his friends were gradually moving away from him, how they were all but a memory now. Maybe it was his failing grades, his increased drug usage or maybe it was the fact that he had started cutting 2 months ago and some… Continue reading Chris
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Hello all my friends… I have a question that i would like u to help me answer or can u give me ur opionion on what i should do…. Lately i have been having nightmares about my dead brother, Shane. and for the last two days i have been waking up with cuts all over… Continue reading ><><><