Flowers For Serath #2
I am tired of being used and i can not afford your friendship. you have pushed me away and i do not want to come closer. you never have thanked me or tried to pay me back in any means.
Tired
My eyelids are heavy, I should go to sleep. No. There is too much to see. The coffee is wearing off. What to do, what to do... I can't think straight, Or maybe I can? It's hard to tell at 3 am. Is it Tuesday? Or Monday? I can't even...
Outcast
i cry my tears. Tears of pain. I reach out for help. But all is in vain. Yet I still hold hope. Flickering as softly as a flame. Praying that someday you will end my pain. The pain only an outcast can feel. The pain that is ALL too real. The pain only...
Tired
tired copyright pyrin1701 just some thoughts about life, the universe any everything, and how pointless love is. why should i care? everywhere i look, i see people being selfish. i see people getting what they want.
…tired…
Flowers blossomed among a mess, only in my mind It was strange, but they looked for what I could never find A journey somehow yet not taken The path shown was, not one mistaken Leading to where I thought I’d already gone before I saw a path, to...
…tired…
Beyond tired, my eyes are wired open i feel weak, mentally, like back then my shadows a bit thinner, feeling many times strange a part of holds right, to all i don’t want to change walking in circles, i see much more than new in the holes of my heart,
Dizzy...
Shouldn't be surprised by tired eyes showing something that, shouldn't, can't be still, i get such a chill, as dreams & nightmares hold hands, walking toward me letting my nerves diminish to the dust around the chaos building, with what i see a future that
Tired Eyes
Nightmarish dreams come with sleep until again the sun will rise and open once more, so tired eyes
Anthem Of The Lonely Act 4 - Day Of The Dead
All at once, she felt tired of fighting the dragon as he left up the stairway. along with the strange creature pet that followed him. leaving the northe alone in the darkness.
Burdens - Chapter 69: Tired
#69 of burdens :t chapter 69: tired roger woke up that morning to the faint sound of his alarm. he remembered it being much louder, but for some reason it was softer this morning.
Don't Drive Tired (Otherwise Untitled)
~ It had been a long day's travel, having driven well into the night before Kevin found himself staggering up the steps to his front door. Stifling a yawn, he was thankful he'd left the porch light on several days before. "Ugggghhhh... so ready for...
Paper, Plastic, or Tire Iron. (Otherwise Untitled)
~ the cashier, apron long stained with the various oils and automotive fluids to the point that it matched the dull tints of the coyote's fur, glowered out to the pump while his fingers danced across the tire iron laid out on the shelf