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
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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
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
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
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
Jar of Conscience
She didn't see me slip a lozenge on the glass of wine she's drinking. She didn't recognise the taste of my horrid attempt. She satiated her itch by shoving the danger down her throat, she didn't even notice my presence, how my ice cold hands touched her hips with malice. The bitch, always… Continue reading Jar of Conscience
Gehenna
It is time. 8 oclock. Full moon. While the target is asleep, alone in her room, the darkness would be a witness to a gruesome murder, a crimson color of rage and hatred unleashed to decimate everything in its path. No one would hear any sound or noise, her screams would be muffled and stifled,… Continue reading Gehenna
Bete noire
It happened one fateful night I unleashed a diabolic spirit Succumbed by hatred and antipathy It crept and poisoned my cruel heart. Everything it touched, died It breathed fallacy and death It infected my mind, my conscience perished I let it inside my head. It controlled me. It forced me to take… Continue reading Bete noire
Private Demon
“Don’t dwell on the past, it’s going to weigh you down, it’s going to leave you shattered and empty" I have a very profound definition of hate. Hate is always a part of my personality, after all, I hate myself, I am not really in peace with my inner character. I am haunted by a… Continue reading Private Demon
Diabolus
We all have secrets. We all have something to hide, something to protect about ourselves, something unacceptable. We all have sins. We all have different faces behind closed door, a face we don't want other people to see, a face we keep to vindicate our hidden iniquities, a face we can't afford to lose. I… Continue reading Diabolus
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