accepting my addictions the thrist for tears grows greater its been so long since ive cried i must begin the process
Tag: thrist
Dark Love
How the thrist is there. . . burns like a desire untouched by all except those who do not speak . . . they do not speak not because they cannot but because they do not wish to . . . why? . . . everything is not as simple as why?, but to the… Continue reading Dark Love
Dark Prose
I’m going to begin posting this poetry as Dark Prose, instead of as Dark Whispers. Its good to see it flowing in abundance, and most of our submissions are seemingly of this nature. The nature of the articles and how they are posted don’t always present them in the best way. I’ll be posting them… Continue reading Dark Prose