Her mascera.

Another night staring at the ceiling he leans against the white walls with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away. four knuckles bashing against purity grasped by an unloved soul. with her cold hands holding his the raindrops hit the windows. as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor. Another night with the clouds… Continue reading Her mascera.

Nothing But Darkness

Walking away never really solves anything, but it seems like an easy escape, and a very appealing one. One could dream about a new beginning, being someone else, anywhere else, just someplace where there is no need to deal with the present, and the damage one can cause in a few simple, unthought out actions.… Continue reading Nothing But Darkness