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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Sweet Child of Mine
Heart upon heart, Soul upon soul, Live in a world Where wild flowers grow.
The evil inside of me . . . .
They called me faggot, and thought there were better then me. They thought they could laugh at me because I’m different. I use to cry all the time . . . but I don’t anymore. I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel anything anymore. I like it better this way, the num empty feeling is… Continue reading The evil inside of me . . . .
Living Hell
I found this piece I had written about a year ago, when I was stuck in a lot of self-pity and feeling very miserable. I had basically sent myself to a living hell. What is like to die and go to hell? Would you burn in everlasting physical pain? Would you be tortured by extreme… Continue reading Living Hell
The End
the end came the way we thought it would submission being misunderstood we thought the cold lips were just heroin but now we know that was when the end would begin
Death of Love
Love lies choking. A thick gob of spit On the lip of it.
Last Moments
Shaky fingers clutch the knife As I’m about to end my life. Nobody listens, nobody cares. What does it matter if I’m not there?
Death-Final Chapter: Never will we Part
Josie, “alive” again, stood in front of her shocked mother; she stood with her arms behind her back. With an evil-looking grin on her little round face, and her pale gray eyes focused on her mother, she held in her hands the same axe she killed herself with.
she-wolf
beware who stalks you in the night beware the she-wolf`s mystic lips tell only lies and her hidden will to kill in disguise one look in her lusting eyes
MY country, MY pride
I am an anarchist. I hate the system. But what happened today, Tuesday, September 11, 2001 at 8:42 a.m., wasn’t anarchist. It was terrorist. The headlines: TERROR, AMERICA ATTACKED, ARMEGEDDION. I live in Detroit, and my city is under lockdown. I have never been so scared for my life. I ask one thing of whomever… Continue reading MY country, MY pride