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Worthless, spineless, dead, and lifeless-
just a few words I can think to describe you and
your eyes.

don’t know just which is worse
to lay down and die
or go out in a hearse.

He saw only the shadows and silhouettes of the elderly trees and weathered gravestones that were dimly illumined under an October half-moon, nothing more. What had he expected to see, he wondered?

to have thee for eternity

As he lay in my arm’s, i felt the perfect stature of him fill me

Screw the itty bitty sea shells
Screw the soft soft sand
Screw the bouncing beach balls,
Screw wading in the swell

The darkest walls began to close around him, pushing at the edges of his torn conciousness.

"Well well" comes a smooth voice" little Romulus can’t seem to get a hold of his inhaler. I wonder which will kill him first… the asphyxia or the venom?"

You know empty? Flat? COLD?? THE Cold? Cold is a 9milly with a dead mind behind her?

Dark hair
Pale skin
Red lips
Neat chin

You despise me, loath me, linguistically dispose of me.
I kill who you are what you will be and were.

I was always convinced that spirits and ghosts were nothing more than a lie. Something to keep people from facing the reality that there is no ray of light, no hope, after death. Lena thought …

It was after the great many wars that the earth was void of human life. Commanded by Zeus, Prometheus the Titan began to yet again shape beings from the clay of the earth and adding bits of eve…

“It is impossible to cut the threads of life!!!!” Atropos shrieked
“If Axelia does not cease in her aid of the humans, then her thread will be cut. Forget not, that immortal like you, she is n…

Some time later, Hades returned to the throne room, to apologise to her, saying how he should have consulted her first. But when he came upon the sleeping beauty, he began to tread lightly, alm…

Hades was constantly after her and all things of her likeness. For this reason, neither Hades nor Axelia were punished and Aphrodite nullified the poison for a time.
But the poison began to r…

It was late in the night when Thomas Giry finally found me. Richard DeChangy the Fourth was at his side. He pointed to the far corner where I stood with a black cape draped around my shoulders.…

I draw pretty pictures with my razor,
Marvelling at how my body produces crimson ink,
The perfect tool for my very own twisted artistic expression.