Time Of Death
Trigger Warning: contains themes of violence, assault, horror, gore, and death. Pain. That is all I was left with. My only feeling, morning, noon, and night. The pain of needles piercing my frail, white skin; of the vile, harsh medicine flowing through
The Candlewick
The clock wouldn't stop, nor was it to slow down, the sun merciless with orange. I Savour the Burn of the arid days. The bleeding sunsets and calm waves, all whispering over and over. Like a broken carousel around and around once again. The
The Stranger
Too strange a stranger felt Far beyond the touch of his world For everything seemed stranger than he compelled A stark parallel better than worse. Too strange everything seemed, yet At the street of his infancy The only nostalgia that seems to hit Was the reminder of