May 12, 2014. In line at my local grocery store, a...
December 25, 2003. I was twelve. Christmas morning...
There will come a time
within my catacomb nightmares...
His mortal self returned from the war.
His promise kept a true nobleman...
Tucked in tight to slumber deep
In the cover of darkness death does creep...
He was perfect.
Pure white, dark brown eyes, the cutest litte...
I stare
Gazing towards the darkness of the night...
After a great
retrograde...
The boughs droop low;
even the tree is overcome with sadness...
Lament
Grey...
How would you feel if...
Your father never wanted you...
Scars etching stories onto the skin,
mocking such lies as "time mend"...
You have seen me in my worst
and cheered on till I became the best...