steelwidow

These are memories that I can not change.. Would I want to? They are who I now am and from what I am made.

One by one he was picking them off. Standing them up against the wall, pinning them up so they didn’t fall

Evil surrounds us in the depths of the night but only for a moment.
Evil seeping from its soul, it caresses my breast.

I see death stanting on my front porch.
Its name is the Reaper, it starts to move forth…