betrayal · brave · broken · damaged · darkness · death · evil · fragmented · heartbreak · lies · lust · pain · poetry · tears · vanity · writing

Fire & Brimstone

She was born out of hatred and intense desire for revenge Her heart hides a thousand secrets, destructive, manipulative. She is the nameless ghost of the past, a nebulous creature wandering the terra firma of mortals for centuries, elusive. She is the evil incarnate, banished from hell, coveted the freedom of human, envied the innocence… Continue reading Fire & Brimstone

betrayal · broken · damaged · darkness · evil · fragmented · hate · lies · pain · past · tears · vanity

The Lunar Curse

I catalyzed a deceitful identity to be an instrument of revenge, a fictitious personality made to hunt and destroy. I had one purpose; To bring havoc and annihilation. My mission was meticulously planned, there would be no trace, no clues, no mistakes, no breadcrumbs. Your destruction was the only vestige left of my existence. I… Continue reading The Lunar Curse

betrayal · damaged · darkness · fragmented · hate · heartbreak · memories · past · revenge · tears · writing

The Visitor

It's been 45 minutes since I found myself hiding under the bed, curled up in a fetal position, shivering in fear, disoriented and confused. The knock on the door didn't stop. The sound of imminent death is terrifying. It followed me here, it watched me go to sleep, it preyed upon my trepidation with haste… Continue reading The Visitor

betrayal · breaking free · broken · cheating · damaged · forgiveness · fragmented · freedom · home · love · poetry · tears · writing

The Lemon Avenue

  A dilapidated house sat in the middle of nowhere, the walls have deteriorated through years of neglect, the roof was damaged by elements of lies and deception. It was a four-walled dungeon hidden behind the guilty eyes of the damned fools who tried to salvage its existence. As the howling of birds succumbed into… Continue reading The Lemon Avenue

betrayal · blogging · cheating · damaged · fragmented · heartbreak · tears · unrequited love

The Blueberry Scandal

  The night was rather gelid, no sign of life to drown the silence, the rain has wiped out any hope of comfort. It was a complete darkness. A figure shrouded in fog suddenly emerged from the rubble, a silhouette of a man, he was covered in blood, wet liquid of terror, a crimson colour… Continue reading The Blueberry Scandal