Chapter 14: The Son of Mercy
Atieno shook his head bitterly. "you're still trying to dictate her." "my son . . ." ti'uu began unhappily. "you think you're better than ayni, but you really aren't!" atieno shouted. "do you know why ayni blasted azrian to aonre?
Ander - Chapter 2, Subchapter 33
She moaned in pain, the bitter taste of iron coating her mouth. "sarah?" _oh no, did he hear that!?_ forsaking the pain, sarah bent down as much as she could and squeezed into the hollow.
That Which Remains
Unrelenting strength to those who choose to fight victory is never quickly achieved, it is an ever bloody battle the swords of one side clash with the sabres of another the wars fought for figurative greed and power over the rabble we shall fight against the bitter
When the Petals Fall
Love, i won't soon forget your words are thorns that i accept choking the rose i've carefully kept the fragilty that you forget binds me, your broken marionette break my heart to break your fall memories like knives, a blade that's become dull oh bitter
Untitled Poem
My flame low, frail as foam, we made a change of hateful acreage, bitter course which i was bound to: trim the wick or quench the embers, quick to cut the candle down and i would be your psychopomp and you would be my ward
this song is I don't really know how to put a title on it
Come to slaughter.tell me who.tell me who.do i even know you.can my heart be trusted in your hands,with the reaper creaping behind you.who ever known where i was to be shown in the headlights,of the car you ran me over with.never did i think love was so bitter
Drowning clown
'i live by this rule; live long with laughter and happiness and joy and die with it but without a bitter taste but die with a huge smile.'
The exceptionally long night of Judaus Kellton
She quickly nodded and stowed one of judaus' journals in her bag; she had made a habit of stealing them when she visited his home - his sarcasm and bitter wit being a constant source of entertainment.
Demons (poem)
You are those that shall never be warm, the bitter, the sweet, the good and the mean. your question is 'how can we be free?' i tell you 'it will never be'. for though amongst you are the great and the strong, you are sin, evil, demons and wrong.
Snowflakes
Body will betray me when your snowflakes fall upon me they will seduce me and expose me they'll reveal and ruin all that i am when they're finally finished you'll look to me with unadulterated disdain in those faultless eyes of your's you'll look bitterly
Imagination, The Thing That Mends Us To Part.
The bitterness of dreams of what lied to seem, the gentle flow of paint, down the streem, and after death, found his dreams. that boy may have sinned, but why would he if he painted with wind.
The Wolf and the Shapeshifter
The creature embraced him in her luscious fur, a majestic coat of white and lavender; he was surrounded by her tender caress, the harsh, bitter winds becoming meaningless.