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 and Brimstone
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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
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
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
Paradisus
The silence concealed the cimmerian atmosphere The nipping wind serenaded my ruptured heart My tears collided with esoteric despair Crumbling, drowning Our hearts etched with years of denial Desires burning no longer Our story pervaded with perrenial guilt Barely escaping the downfall We stood cowardly upon shattered vows Memories fading painfully as… Continue reading Paradisus
The Harangue
If only people would practice what they preach, then maybe this world would be a better place, far from what it is right now, far from what we have become. We sermonize the ways of mankind according to our level of importance, we all think that we are better than everybody, or that we are… Continue reading The Harangue
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
Berserk
Armed with effete exordium, the writer began her written composition with outright ignorance. Her thoughts were archaic and dull and her heart was a cocktail of puerile sentiments and jejune convictions. Her words were prosaic. Her letters were wistful. Her imperfection sipped out with every single pour. She is a writer. A writer… Continue reading Berserk
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
Wonderland
Sex is completely taboo. People don't normally talk about it outside their comfort zone, and if you do talk about it, they would generally judge and condemn you saying that you do not have self-respect. UGH! The hypocrisy! I mean, I know that SEX is sacred, blah blah, and I am not being disrespectful nor… Continue reading Wonderland
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