scorp

The tears of the sky poured down with thunder. It’s the memory I ignore but I can’t erase...I wait for the moon, only to find my demons in my slumber.

I pulled up my sleeve, exposing the small barcode tattoo on my left wrist. It was a stark contrast over my pale skin.

Rolling and crashing....they bellow...

Love part 4! Some people have been longing for this one...

i'm lost and now i'm paying the cost

"Who did this? This is horrible!" "People. People did."

Relax and let Life deal with it.

A short horror story.

A nice dewy spring night, When the moon shone like a diamond ring, She walked through the heavy rain, Her head hanging down.

A small poem/story/letter I wrote to myself.

I've been staring at the wall for hours with no end Can time bend? What is this crazy dimension Where I can't even look at my own reflection?