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

brave · breaking free · damaged · darkness · evil · fragmented · hate · heartbreak · revenge

Queen Of The Clouds

She’s unafraid on the surfaceBut barely keeping her head above waterDrowning in chaosDrifting further away from the light. She is a mystery, her mind is an abyss tainted with doubtsHer stories long forgotten,Pages of cloistered memoriesBuried among the debris of her secrets. She has reached the trifecta of lonelinessVoices inside her head kept her awakeHer… Continue reading Queen Of The Clouds

breaking free · broken · courage · crush · damaged · darkness · death · evil · fragmented · hate · heartbreak · lies · pain · poetry

Pied Worship

Love me, only me. Without a doubt, without reservation Seduce me, lure me in the web of your delusion Take me, use me, abuse my trust until I suffer the consequence Hurt me, trick me, destroy my pride with sweet intense. Down on my knees, desperate for attention I’ll vomit blood for a taste of… Continue reading Pied Worship

brave · broken · damaged · darkness · evil · fragmented · heartbreak · home · hope · love

My World In Chaos

Hacos is a town that sits in the middle of a deserted emplacement, surrounded by thick layers of unattended turfs, built inside a dilapidated stone wall. The cracks on the wall told stories from a thousand years ago, the burned down structures symbolised defeat. The place was empty when I arrived, the mad silence permeated… Continue reading My World In Chaos

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