Something dark , 'cause I'm lost in finding right words.xD .. I hope you like it.
I'm not sure what this piece is supposed to be? I wrote it back a while ago when I was making attempts at something. I just don't remember what XD
Who is guilty!?
Do read.
For @jinxedquill ' s "Gruesome contest".
Emotional pain isn't felt the way a cut or bruise is. I wish it was, for a knife through my heart would've been much... much more easier to cope with.
"Love is draining from my soul"... A poem about how I felt last night and this morning. Hope you enjoy!
When the visions have followed you home.. The consequences begin..
For some people, it’s more than just a little scrape.
Lost in a dream yet never asleep.. his eyes close yet the thump approaches..
Time is the enemy of all men, and death is a seductive promise to which everyone succumbs.
A devoted Christian in nineteenth century war-torn Ireland, those are the foundations of Mihaela's beliefs....
I spread the mortar and placed the bricks just as I was told to do. With a mold made of anger and hatred I built each individual bar.
Penned during a time of betrayal, loss and desperation.
Something dark , 'cause I'm lost in finding right words.xD .. I hope you like it.
I'm not sure what this piece is supposed to be? I wrote it back a while ago when I was making attempts at something. I just don't remember what XD
Who is guilty!?
Do read.
For @jinxedquill ' s "Gruesome contest".
Emotional pain isn't felt the way a cut or bruise is. I wish it was, for a knife through my heart would've been much... much more easier to cope with.
"Love is draining from my soul"... A poem about how I felt last night and this morning. Hope you enjoy!
When the visions have followed you home.. The consequences begin..
For some people, it’s more than just a little scrape.
Lost in a dream yet never asleep.. his eyes close yet the thump approaches..
Time is the enemy of all men, and death is a seductive promise to which everyone succumbs.
A devoted Christian in nineteenth century war-torn Ireland, those are the foundations of Mihaela's beliefs....
I spread the mortar and placed the bricks just as I was told to do. With a mold made of anger and hatred I built each individual bar.
Penned during a time of betrayal, loss and desperation.