betrayal · breaking free · broken · courage · damaged · darkness · fragmented · hate · heartbreak · lies · love · pain · past · poetry · tears · writing

Tempus

A single memory could easily take me back to that certain place Cold, dark and menacing I guess my heart could never bear the weight of the past. Without falter, it follows It watches me fall into despair And I surrender to it everytime For I am weak, always have been. I still remember the… Continue reading Tempus

believe · blog · death · love · memories · past · poetry · tears

Lolo

You are the memory I wish I do not forgetThe summer days we spent together, talking to the wind, not caring about anything elseThe favourite blue coat you used to wearStill etched on my mind. We used to have long walksYour footprints guided my every stepThe trees we used to sit under, all forgotten nowBut… Continue reading Lolo

betrayal · broken · damaged · darkness · death · evil · fragmented · hate · love · pain · past · poetry · revenge · tears

Exul

A sharp pang of brusque pain blistered his weakened skinHis frail body shivered to the echo of the hostile darknessHis empty stomach growled with intense hunger and famine. Barefooted, he walked the streets marked by malevolenceClothed barely, stripped of humanityIn his shadows lingered the stench of death. Dead man on the inside, mortally decayed.Abandoned by… Continue reading Exul

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