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

brave · breaking free · broken · courage · damaged · darkness · death · love · pain · poetry · tears

Chester Bennington

  Born with artistic aptitude He conquered the world with his voice He screamed the trauma of his past Fought his demons through profound lyrics. He was strong, but only on the surface His wounds they would not heal His nightmares terrorized him in his sleep Everything felt so heavy. In the end, it didn’t… Continue reading Chester Bennington

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

crush · damaged · death · fate · fight · fragmented · heartbreak · revenge · tears · unrequited love · writing

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