Pain
Soul far too tired to cry their thirst will still not be sated your suffering the only thing they can be equated petty fights and meaningless cause your blood and pain will be meaning for their applause so stay onboard, grip on tight the darkness
The Night
i have been one acqatented with the night i have walked out in the rain and back in vain i have walked down the saddest city lane i have passed by the watchmen in his heat and dropped my eyes unwilling to explain And further still at an...
Nevermore (Prologue)
I don't hate my life, I hate myself. The first thing that they tell you when you get to Central City is that you will have to make some tough choices if you want to survive. What they don't tell you, is you have to live with them. They fail to mention...
Life of A Demon
To my surprise, he puts his gun away, opening the door and starting to step back into the darkness. i could stare into the very darkness where he stepped into as if i could see him but i knew well i couldn't.
Fate and Destiny: Life recap
Sweared to himself and to his dead mother that he will have his revange.. but not now.. for now.. he needs to live.. he spend many years wandering around everywhere.. making his way slowly to the larger city as he tend to survive the crual world and the dark
Downhill Roll Chapter 3: Torture
Surrik looked upward, the walls of the church, as well as the chains, disappeared into a dark abyss, as if the church had no ceiling now.
Curse part 8
The windows were dark and most were barred. not that it mattered much, it's not the kind of place that needs to look pretty. it didn't help that most of it was underground. in fact, that added to the creep factor.
The hollow song...Immersed
Unleashed your feelings, now their gone...no soul, no hole, no need for song. Together we hope for our salvation...you were the ones to leave destruction. Yours eyes we took, we took from thee...enforce the peace, and now we shape to suit our needs. No...
Safe No more
Haven once, but now no more...This place you once would have adored...Sadness is too small a word...Laughter now cannot be heard...I hate for all that has been done...We fought this war we never won...The rage so red just grew inside...I cried the red,...
Dream long, Dream Lost
The sun shuts out the dark lit gates. dreams they haunt. memory lingers. imagination just lifts a finger. and laughter is there in that of possibilities lost.
North
The ice shards they cut and cover the ruts nothing is clear and so grows the fear windows dark and cold, absent of life.
The Story of Sinyster Plague -PROLOGUE-
It sounded dark even though it was so light. that's when she sobbed loudly and pulled me closer to her body, nuzzling me softly.