Fallen 1994

by kimberly   Aug 19, 2007


The powerful feeling of being out of control, Irritability with a restlessness paranoia when will this destroy him, his body began to shake for survival his eyes Dilated and his body twitches. The blood from his head all over my hands. Oh my God why did he do it....

My heart pleas with mercy for it was the end. The fallen soul fell into my hands; for it was all out of my hands the devil took control for it was the end. I screamed oh lord Please have mercy for he was a kind soul who has fallen into the devils hands.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Phil

    Very sad, but never the less a very good write
    well done