Category: Writers Block
Do you feel it singe your mind? in perfedct rhythem with some unknown time. Do you glory in the scream, pure rage and fear as you draw ever closer.
Does her beauty make you want? Does her inocence make you neeed? Can't you see the flames behind her eyes as you take her in your arms. A falling goddess right before you, the perfect angel steadily darkening, and once her vengence glows its final ember, only her memory shall remain.
Good job.
thanks Poet, haven't talked to you in a while, makes me sad, and whatever Fallen Flower said about me saying you were a Sexy God uh... not true?
thanks Conny, thanks so very much, your flattery makes me smile.
Her memory lingers in the back of his mind, a haunting echo through the night. And with dawn's light to chase the shadows away, his eyes seek for another heart on which to prey.
yeah, not the best but I'm sick and my head is killing me
arg!
No flattery...just thots I feel about you *smile
Oy! Kayla’s head achy *sad frown
…the shadows continuing to flee as day grows on and his weary heart ever searching for that to prey upon… ever, ever searching for some innocent heart and he lurks everpresent…waiting, waiting, waiting…
and so the cycle begins again, love and passion false as her smile. The game goes on for years on end and his reality is nothing more than a delusion.
D*mn those delusions all to h*ll in moments passing at long last he exclaims…how could I have missed out on really living a life he rants as reality comes into view as the glass he stands before, peering through, shatters… breaking asunder the delusions that held him locked within its grip for all these eons of years… then he remembers the delusions…
how pretenious