Walking away never really solves anything, but it seems like an easy escape, and a very appealing one. One could dream about a new beginning, being someone else, anywhere else, just someplace where there is no need to deal with the present, and the damage one can cause in a few simple, unthought out actions.… Continue reading Nothing But Darkness
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Short Tort (Unfinished)
“…sometime the unfinished works are the worst appetizers for the better novels….” Through the tombstones I shall creep, and glare with crimson eyes. In points puddles, my nails shall steep, and shroud my heart with lies. Flesh has rend and fallen down, I drag it where I stride. The smell of rot upon my crown,… Continue reading Short Tort (Unfinished)
cutting away the pain
when the pain is to much to bare when everything is plain, cold and tired everything is wrong never right why couldn’t i have changed my mind that night