The Raven...
Those thoughts. Those feelings. The end.
They came on intense at first. Felt like something...
There are so many things about me. Most will never...
When I ask a question...
The hand that deals; feels like its made of steel
The peroson behind the hand never feels grief...
Lurking In the shadows, Devising plotted schemes.
Waiting to protect you, No matter how it takes...
14th January, 2012.
Dwelling in a deserted commune in the valley...
A young boy.
He is just the shadow...
I can be mean and stubby
Or nice and funny...
You fooled me
So completely...
My bed is nothing but embers, on which I will lay...
Your arms will be bound by salted, leather straps...
I have found, in all my years that men are...
They grovel before whom they take fancy...
A tear ran down Kiley's cheek
Damien felt really bad...