I kept falling and falling and falling. Down, down to the very bowels of Hell. I couldn’t even explain His face. He had long. sharp fangs and glow green eyes that pierced through my very soul. His tail swished from side to side brewing a cloud of smoke. My face was twisted in terror and… Continue reading Falling…….Part Two
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I never knew I wanted him….
I am so scared…I don’t want to be left alone again. As my Mom closes the door behind her, a tear falls down my face. She is not going to be back for the rest of the night. The shadows move slowly and start to rise up along the blank walls again. He is coming… Continue reading I never knew I wanted him….
Bloody Lover
The night was dark and cold, what we loved most of our nights dating. My boyfriend, Andrew, and I were making out in my apartment that evening. He kissed me down my neck and down my chest and……lower… I moaned. He took a bite of my neck lightly. I giggled, enjoying every minute. “I love… Continue reading Bloody Lover
Nimmer Het Htilzetten
Thin, fragile beams of light poured through the cracks of the porthole, and he was thankful to see day. Silence had blanketed the area, replacing the horrific screams and other Hellish sounds of warfare.
It doesn’t feel so good, does it?
I am tired of being abused….tonight is the night. I am going to be free. I am looking at the bruises on my arms and legs. I will no longer be his slave, he will see what it’s like. I am going to show him……..here he comes.
No time to talk! Gotta run
Her lips, hair, breasts and thighs…. Beauty is but mere dung compared to her. Her eyes pierced my very soul to the point of vindiction but now was not the time. “When will there be a time?!” She said to me as my hands caressed her back. It seemed that holding her in my arms… Continue reading No time to talk! Gotta run
Same Shit, Different Day
My head is pounding It feels like someone is squeezing it Never ceasing to let go I think I’m losing my mind
Ceased To Be.
Longing to feel, the broken glass, in the pit of my stomach, The twists and turns, seams of red, are but reminders, A better day? Perhaps not, A better dead? Perhaps yes, Unbeknown to me are the pleasures, that a Darkness holds,
Purge
The grave calls, But I don’t hear. The light calls, But I don’t listen.
The Fall of an Angel
It was years and years ago that the third had fallen. The beautiful creatures, 1/3 fell to the evil. He had been one of the angels that had stayed in heaven. He rejoiced that he had made the right decision, it was so wonderful to stretch his wings up to the stars and feel the… Continue reading The Fall of an Angel