The Winged Girl.
This was the first Opuss I ever posted: Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze.
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This was the first Opuss I ever posted: Quinn felt tears of exertion trickle down her chin as she flitted through the maze.
#nightdwellers Could offend the sensitive I suppose To share my soul delight, Naughty secrets in the night, Pure wants, dominating minds, sexual thoughts desires entwined.
Angry words hidden under pretence. Oh I smile but it's no longer warming. I'm twisted and bitter inside dear one. The cause is always undeniably you. Or maybe I place the blame unaware.
'They say war changes a man. Experiencing sights and sounds that he never thought possible. Feeling new levels of terror and survival.
Cut it out and tear me down like violent scenes in a horror film. I said nothing like that to you, and smiled all the time, But your guilt stained hands touch my head with the sights.
This is the best I could salvage. It was SO much better before the whole thing got deleted and I had to start over. I'm never gonna get over that.
Use me. Cut me. How would you like me served Bloody and raw or cooked to perfection The leg, the heart, which section.
"Are you okay?" No. the weak voice screams. My lips form the word. I want to say no. No no no no no no no. I haven't been okay for a long time. The cold hands tighten around my throat, squeezing.
I miss her. No I don't. In the eyes of the sinner the white is God.
What will I do when I die. The rusty steel chipping at the skin of my crimes.
You'll go back to smiling just like me A picture drab as stone A girl whose all alone Her eyes a slight reflection, Perhaps some past rejection A subtle hint of your memory And without a thing...
My eyes teared up as I sat on my soft, tear covered bed. Danny was dead, I was at the funeral. How can he have called. It can't be him, it can't be. I couldn't think straight.
Unzipping, I begin to pull my skin away- Off of my body Stepping out of it As if it were a body suit Flinging it into the dusty corner Where my hair resides I stare at myself in the mirror All...
Jack, and Jill Went up the Hill To fetch a pail of Water What they found Instead, When they lay there In bed, Was a world full of Slaughter 'You wanna go Out?' I asked my Jill and Jill said, 'I don't...
Preface Mommy told me not to go out at night. Mommy told me there were monsters and ghouls and ghosts who came out at night.
Oh My God. Literally crying writing this :'( <\3 •Chapter 25 - Until I Come Back• •Kai• "Sir, what's her name?" the Paramedic asked me for the fifth time.
Stuff me up like a worm digging its blinded mind to the center Of a rotten world in glass mirrors and cerise markings. Push maggots threw my veins when you let go of the heat.
We had all agreed to make their escape early tomorrow. Everything was packed and ready to go. We tried to take as little as possible but we needed to have enough to make it to the mall.
Oh My Lord - these next few chapters are incredibly, mind-blowingly, heart-breakingly dramatic and important. •Chapter 24 - I Did It• •Kai• I sat and seethed. Silently.
Edged with poison, This lullaby, Drug induced haven, My child's eye, Focusing darkly, This wicked lie, Defeats me. Life, This paradise, A slice, You gave me, Love, You saved me, And snatched it away.
Me, Preston, Libby and Megan were sat on the camp beds playing rummy. A zombie was banging on the door. Preston was freaking out, poor guy. We are trying, trying so hard. It's just not working.
Surrender to the sound of drums,. The march of death that slowly comes,. Give in to the cries of war,. That make their way into your core,. Watch men fight with shallow breath,.
Alice fell into the hole, Tunnel hot as fire's coal, Burnt her skin to cinder red, Made her wish that she was dead.
*** Everyone, I can't take credit for this gorgeous piece. It was written by my good friend and I loved it so much I just had to share it. *** Just his little puppet, I am bound by tangled strings.