Was she to be rebuilt in this pouring rain A wretched amaryllis with petals torn from each side Was she to be remarried in this catastrophe She with golden tears , fell She with cerulean eyes , wept She in the amber mist , fell She , the maroon trees , sighed Alas , the… Continue reading She , With The Golden Tears
Several years have passed since I have last been in contact with anyone. Alone and remorseful for all of the wrong deeds I have committed I exist; society’s judgement has condemned me. I am full of guilt; a shallow puddle of water is all that consoles me. Nothing but the moon’s subtle reflection emanates from… Continue reading my own little hell
I’m sitting here in the pouring rain, Just thinking about you Every second of the day. I can’t get you off my mind…
OK, sorry everyone if this is really gory or badly written. I’m really angry right now and need to get it out of me…
“1:Volatile Crescendo:1” [this is a pilot chapter to see if people like it, if it recieves a good response based on views and comments i will post the rest of it in chapters (this being the first), Until then Enjoy.]
It’s raining down Inside myself. Inside myself It’s pouring. It’s pouring Over top of me–
Master spoke to us of procedures, of living quarters, of a few rules. He gave us the run-down on how things worked in Camp Mareila. I don’t believe many were listening. They were too blood-thirsty.