There is this little red thing that makes the...
Its like I stand out from everyone else i feel...
If I could drain
the pain like blood...
Cradled, muted, ominous light
I let your mother spit venom that night...
The sun rose as red as blood,
Scorching...
Flesh tares in spiralling shapes,
stained beliefs drop in drips...
My heart will not beat another soundless thud
While the fire flies swim through the darkest...
Wrapped in between inept beats that squeal
Thrashing around barbarically as ears begin to...
I hate you,
you locked me in my room...
Whispers breathed in the heat of the night
Light the fires that burn so bright...
*I found this in my note book, it was in my hand...
I can’t breathe...
She awoke late one night, from a horrible dream...
She couldn't figure out, why her dream felt so...
Through all the lies we wade through
How do we know we even exist...