As I enter the gates of dispair, a constant smell of burning flesh taints the air, creatures devouring souls for wat they are worth NOTHING!! for there is no value of life after the cut of a knife has ended it, i look around for a place to sit and think About why ive poured… Continue reading “MY TORMENT”
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I Wonder
I sit here, on the cold steps of my front porch, once again banished from inside, and I wonder if you know who I am, why I am, what I am? So easily you send me away.