you sit below her window hoping shell look out hoping shell her the pelting rocks you sit there and sit there if only you knew if only youd heard the screams of her mother if only… shes laying on the floor. bleeding… the broken shards of the blood stained glass lay inches away if only… Continue reading If only
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The window of one soul
-poetic The morning, the sun, light beats my face Another day in ‘paradise’ Hell in heaven good place, bad people – Hate, not so much as jealousy jealous of the happiness bourne by the rest I bear but a curse Of darkness, of hate A curse that weakens to the point of self destruction No… Continue reading The window of one soul
wake up!
Got up today with no feeling The night before has left me reeling I have no realisation of my senses My body feels like i’ve been rapped in barbed wire fencing
the morning after
got up today with no feeling the night before has left me reeling i have no reliseation of my sense’s my body feels like ive been rapped in barbed wire fenceing
the morning after
got up today with no feeling the night before has left me reeling i have no reliseation of my sense’s my body feels like ive been rapped in barbed wire fenceing
Shards of Secrets
The girl let the salty tears slither to the floor as she huddled in a ball. Crouched on cold ground, gazing at the pieces of a broken mirror, she sobbed and shuddered. There was knowing that no amount of tears or apologies could make up for the secrets she had let slip her normally silent… Continue reading Shards of Secrets
crying in the dark
Isn’t it ironic how life can change in a heart beat? One moment you’re up on cloud nine, and in the next you’re soul shatters into coulntless shards. You sit there and stare at the one you thought loved you, as they calmly walk away, wondering if you can ever put yourself back together.
The Razor Winged Angel
As the midnight sun burned through the clouds, a misty light pours upon my city. For somewhere in this city, lies my Razor Winged Angel. She is of the ranks of the forgotten, that have overwhelmed this land, and are cursed with a hollow exsistance.
That Nightmare On The Ledge
I take it then that dreams on edges are not your thing. Oh.