He watched as she walked out on the stage, holding her violin. This gothic beauty. This creature that holds too much beauty to hold and be of this earth. He had to have her. No one else but her. No one could hold her but him. Nothihng could stop him frome gtting to her not… Continue reading The Watcher pt I
She is walking down the darkened street as the lamps flicker on and off and all is quiet.I am hiding in the shadows behind the bushes,my black cloak hiding me from sight. I see her,her raven black hair cascading down her back just below her slender waist,her icy pool of crystal blue eyes. She walks… Continue reading She Is Now Forever Mine
She plauges my every thought. I can’t go a day without hearing her voice. She haunts me like the voices in my head. I stare at her beautiful skin, pale and transparent. I look into her baby blue eyes, her red lips. It agonizes me; knowing that I won’t be around long enough to kiss… Continue reading pAINFULLY oBSESSED
–please read to the end, the story comes together fluently at its end– (ghost speaking) An empty shell, of what once was, is all that can contain me now. Here in this dark and dingy palace of the dead I am overcome with the emotions of a gutted mind, haphazardly piled onto one another, cancelling… Continue reading minds of the ages
It is a night f darkness, a song of death, wolves vent their cry. The beautiful one rises. Mist shrouds her stalking form, a timeless desire. Her raven hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the life streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now… Continue reading Dark Love
She sold her soul to the Devil, So that she could have one kiss.
If I were your tears I could roll down your soft sweet cheeks, And down onto your beautiful lips.
Sapphire opens her eyes and to her surprise she is alone. Upon rolling over, she feels the empty spot inwhich her imaginary lover lay. With a deep, long sigh she sits up and peers out of her window.
A small yawn escaped those shiny, red lips framed by a narrow, pale face. Long lady like fingers brushed a stray hair away from such a face. She was young and beautiful. Her long ebony hair flowed around her body encased in dark black jeans and a small, black tank top exposing her midriff.