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I fall into sweet sin. Over and over again. Praying its the last time. But you know it's not. So we play this game. Of hide and seek. Cat and mouse. Master and slave. Owner and pet. You own me whole.
Dear Jane, We’ve never really met before, but I feel like I should tell you something about myself. You probably wouldn’t recognize me if you saw me. I’m not very memorable.
#opussweeklychallenge It was the most beautiful of days You gently held my hand We both took off our shoes And walked barefoot on the sand A sea of deepest blue The sun in cloudless sky The scent...
And the wind blows, and your scent is like A vampire bite, traumatising my life into a paralysis Of sudden insight into your soul.
Together we sat, You gave my shoulder a pat, You leaned in close, And gave me a second dose.
Her stockings slipped past her knee, A cheeky smile threw from her rouged lips, He glanced to the clock, An hour left at most, She stepped between his legs, Tantalising, teasing, tempting, "Please...
#beginningline Without thinking of the consequences, I opened the box. You stared up at me, your eyes still open, staring into never-ending space.
Going to school Is something I dislike but when I seen Amy Masters in her Shorts and tank top brunette hair back in a ponytail I new I hade to know her, so I follow you home after school watching...
We all know that everybody has two sides to them. We’re all scared of somebody, a friend, family or a enemy. A murderer. They play mind games, they laugh at your pain, they smile as you cry. A...
I wanted you to bite me. My heart is what I gave. Please just drink of me. Carry me to your grave. Bring me to your coffin. And bite me in the neck. Break all of my bones. Invite me in your sect.
Warning: contains hints violent death. 16+ These simple words are all for you , To see if once you ever knew, Of all the many thinks that I would do, For our forbidden love.
I want to bring you the white feathers Of my impure wings song, The ones that tickle your nose And make the Gods sneeze my will aloud; Stained in blood from my veins, My ink of crimson, solely yours...
Let's go out with a bang, And live before the undead die, These empty graves are waiting for you & me, I'm just trying to take my time before I get too comfortable inside where my broken...
i was being dragged down by these pricks. utter pricks. i ran my fingers through the wet paint as soon as they let me go, leaving me to discover. my cuts were cold and fading. i want that razor.
That dark eclipse your mind has over your heart, seemed to be fogging your mind that day. "What's your problem?" Your words screeched; like a nail on chalkboard.
Blood dripped. From your. Teeth,. My body. Fell limp. Underneath,. Your weight. Squashed my. Core,. I closed my eyes. Trying to. Ignore,. The burning. Pain in my. Neck,. All over my body.
#opussweeklychallenge flash fiction "What a night for a dance...you know I'm a dancing machine" she whispered in his ear, as the base line pumped through the warm Mediterranean air.
Roaming the earth Like misguided ghosts Looking for a home From host to host Shattered hearts Yet strong black wings Melancholy songs...
Elisabeth West, jeune fille de 20 ans étudie la criminologie et les droits politique. A des ennemis jurer(comme toute fille normal). Elle cherchais un moyen de les éliminer originalement.
Break my heart And swear to die For all your sins I will not cry. In the darkness In this night I make this vow By candlelight. No matter what, No matter why I'll stand by you Until I die.
Pick up the pace. Link up the lace. Drink up to the sad face. And a dead man pulls out an ace. Brain dead or should I say cocaine head. Goes out to play in the rain; feign dead.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
#nightdwellers #beginningline I stand upon the edge of knowing, the possibilities are vast and wide. Yet after years of searching, from the truth why do I feel I want to hide.