Scary old ladies and murderous pheins. Is this reality or lucid dreams? Shadows plotting in the corner. I know their desire but she’s far too young to be a mourner. Alone, they’re watching I feel their glare. I’m scared, their steps I hear. Clench my needing hand O’ Lord. The unholy does dare. Supply meContinue reading “Evil In the Night”
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The word love
You said the word love. the way it was now never to return. My heart parried, will my frailty let it all burn. Can the two commit? I scream my heart into the heavens. The Lord knows I’m a hypocrite. I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. At least the thought of you andContinue reading “The word love”
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