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I cannot explain, in simple terms what I witnessed that summer's day my mother's life had left the room, genuflected, then slipped away When she died, the light escaped, in a soft whoosh in space...
The ground absorbs the tears so red Feed and help grow the flower bed Of where I wish to be right now How my mother would stand and frown.
Just one more for the #twistedopuss. Like a sheath it drapes over her skin. Softly reminding him of the delights within. The finest silk,the colour of gold. Every inch , every contour, every fold.
~This is a small excerpt from a story I am working on.
As my body lies here broken. And i'm caried to the light. My creator's word has been spoken. I can no longer continue to fight. I rise up thinking i'm dreaming. But realy I have just died.
Tragedy rests on the wind. Carried on cold breath. You're falling into my arms. Mere moments before kissing death. Unspoken, shallow words. Rest lightly on pale lips. Soundlessly falling to the floor.
We went to visit her every other day but eventerly we started visiting less. I hated to see her there in pain so did my dad.
Adorned in night-black, of elasticacted thwack, on knickered thong of soft ass, you stop, with subtle spread, above me, laid stiff, on my grassy, clay bed Thighs, high on leg long,...
As I take my last breath. Upon this earth. I look to the heavens. And remember what I have done. Looking back fills me with dread. Memories of death and destruction. Not once did I stop to think.
When I am gone mourn me not my friends Though Persephone should claim me for her own To toil in Hades gloomiest caverns And now down to her at a corpse-drapped throne, Though the death knell chimes...
Thankfully it was.....Alicia. Alice opened the door and I flushed the chain and pretended to wash my hands so it would be like i had been to the toilet.
Bang. Lydia was falling, falling. Boom. Lydia hit the ground, oh how it hurt. She grew blind. All Lydia could see was red, seeping into her eyes, into her mouth, covering her.
Check. That look, Stop it.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
It can't been seen or felt. It can't be heard or smelt. It just lingers in the air. A presence just there. By day it lays dormant. By night relishes in torment. It seeks out a soul. To make it whole.
(for @OdinsFist). I was driving down the mountain road. In my truck was a heavy load. The road was covered on some ice. I hated it cus it was not nice. The snow was falling from the sky.
Cold, crystal arms wrap around me and slowly suffocate me within their grasp. Ice pours down my throat and slithers leisurely down my spine, encasing me in white death.
Light fades, Stars appear, Evening angels Gather here, Here to bundle your Broken soul off As you succumb to sleep Under linen cloth.
Fasten your seatbelt, The sign did say. Their hand's been dealt, You better pray. Explosions went off, Fires ablaze. Now we're aloft, It's the end of our days. Down we come, At breakneck speed.
That must be the smell they talk about, Death, It sits like a veil across a darkened room, A bible, A beacon of light, Death sits in the corner, Waiting with it's prize, To be whisked away, To a...
I lay my child to rest Rest in peace She looks so cold So peaceful My little sweetie gone with the wind...
They wave at me, With flags of red, Bloody images- Run through my head. My brothers' deaths, A countless sea- Of empty bodies; Now it's me.
Staring out of the window At the back of the bus On this another new journey He felt sadness from all the fuss All around people had gathered To see the blood and broken bones The bloody pavement...
I take you into me, you make me feel good inside. The blood shot look and sleepless eyes I cannot hide. You seep in my blood infecting every artery and vien.