Send Him Home.
Send him home, To his loving caring family. He shouldn't be here watching death, All alone he stands scared to death, As the puddle of his own blood pools around him.
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Send him home, To his loving caring family. He shouldn't be here watching death, All alone he stands scared to death, As the puddle of his own blood pools around him.
My name is Ellija and I was 2 months when I died. In the middle of the African savannah in the heart of summer in the highest point of the drought. I was born.
Life's ah game. No life's insane. Misery to blame. Or maybe it's not. Maybe I'm to blame. Or maybe I'm insane. I hope I'm careful. And after every thank you. I hope I say your welcome.
Journey day 3 Dear Diary, Me,Tilly, and Josh made it into the cave. Of course, this journey can't be cheery and happy. It's full of drama that drains you.
Two jobless spongers Ignorant to the life they lead Ones shooting up crack The other shotting speed What else do they need.
Dang it.
The moon brings the memories. The memories bring the pain. The sun brings me salvation. And reminds me that I'm sane. The nights bring on the terror. Which resides within the dark.
I still remember the day it all happened. The day the disease was finally spreading around the entire world. Scientists were already crazy with the disease. I don't know how...
When we reached the fence I jumped out and ran over to the lock. My hands were shaking as I tried to insert the keys into the lock but finally I got it off.
If Peeta were to have an interest in writing poetry, it would probably go something like this. Spoiler alert if you haven't read the Hunger Games yet!. You've been warned.
It stank of all things putrid; life, decaying. My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke -their deafening vile life forms gnawing into flesh, hammering away.
A print in the snow. The hunters first clue. The hunters first clue,. To hunting down you. A print in the snow. Quite big and quite fresh. The hunters first clue. That led into the this mess.
Day 3 I cant believe its been 3 days since what happened to the light.
#beginingline #nightdwellers Unaware of what lurked in the darkness Avery set out with her husband's shotgun. She had never been on a hunt before, it was strictly forbidden.
Day one The day starts with this bell it sounds like an animal scratching a checkerboard over and over the bell Doesn't stop till everyone is up and And dressed in exactly two minutes When that's...
Trapped inside a cave of despair, No light, no hope, no anywhere. It's been building up for far too long I'm not innocent but I'm not so wrong.
Part 5 Drake looked as mad as the people he was killing, a one man army with nothing but an old rusty pipe that he called Lucy Lou for company.
#acrosticchallenge No one is here. I am alone, isolated inside. so Gone is my hope, as Hell arrives. Trying to survive the darkness that's twisting my brain alive.
We were the kings and queens of promise. We were the victims of ourselves. A darkness comes at dawn. Pray to your God, open your heart. Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark. Cover your eyes...
#sundayrepost. There's a werewolf in my garden, it's been trying to get in my door. I've barricaded the windows and I'm cowering on the floor.
#gemini I stumble on in the fading darkness, hoping to find some decent shelter before the last hint of light fades and the forest is plunged into darkness.
Chapter 6: No Way Out The creatures could see every movement with their infrared eyes, waiting for the right movement to sneak up on them.
On this Thanksgiving day I close my eyes and begin to pray Something I don't do enough I thank God for all this love Thank you for this innocence Thank you for new found bliss More wonderful than I...
In photographs of days gone by. I see a sparkle in my eye. Now my eyes are full of pain. The light inside them starts to wane. What happened to those joyful years. The vestige of them disappears.