evil · freedom · hate · heartbreak · revenge

Poisonous fruit

For years I've kept this secret ensconced in the deepest part of my soul, underneath my darkest desire of revenge, creeping in every second of my hatred and disgust, crawling in my skin with malice and somber intentions. I was a captive of the past, a bitter past. And you were my curse, my nightmare,… Continue reading Poisonous fruit

broken · damaged · death · evil · fragmented · hate · lies · memories · pain · revenge · vanity

Cynthia’s Animus

The haunting echoes of yesterday maimed my senses The ominous melody of sadness filled my thoughts I closed my eyes. Reminisced The memories still etched somewhere within my consciousness. My private demons, detrimental chaos The betrayal, the obvious loathing, never ending I still have the names, written on a death note Wishing hell has a… Continue reading Cynthia’s Animus

broken · damaged · evil · fragmented · hate · pain · tips · writing

Cronus

He came in with an incurable plague His dismal figure reeked of death and decay Everything he touched withered into imminent demise He is a baleful pestilence, roaming. With impure intention, he waited Like a prey in the night, lurking through nigtmares His insatiable hunger permeated the depressive night Haunting, starving. He found me wandering… Continue reading Cronus

broken · cheating · damaged · evil · hate · lies · lust · pain · sex · vanity

The Secret Rendezvous

  In a crescentic view of the midnight sky Two lost souls found a sanctum of satyric relish Lips consumed with burning lust Eyes engrossed in a rhythmic seduction.   Her soft skin brushed against his sturdy figure Her fingers trailed with quiver on his back Her body arched with delirious pleasure Teasing, taunting.  … Continue reading The Secret Rendezvous