

nothe thought of his touch upon you makes my stomach churn my hand will not stop shaking even though we ended i cannotno
the thought of his lips on yours anger rips through me like a knife
cutting my screaming intestines
him i cannot accept the thought sends toxins through me never
i will rip his beating heart out if he were to love you or in my dreams i would
i will tear him down crush his tainted mind with my pure hate and burn his body with my anger and you
you tell me this thing is what y


Fallen AngelFallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.Fallen Angel
In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to i
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*blinks abit at the last comment he posted here* Wow...I said that?
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I'm back for now, who knows how long.
...I miss my swirling mass of chaos that is Limbo!
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Those acursed with wandering hand,
forever repeat their terrible woe.
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Those acursed with wandering hand,
forever repeat their terrible woe.
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