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
When I’m gone from this world, how will you remember me? Will you miss the memories of our past? The kisses we shared, the nights we cherished Will you shed a tear for my pain? Will you recognize my face from afar? When I disappear from your grasp Will you miss my sweet embraces? The… Continue reading A Gloomy Letter
A vague silhouette of a woman woke me up in the middle of the night. Her deep bellows sent a familiar fear in my whole body, I froze. I peeked through the window, shivering, holding my breath, careful not to make a sound, the silence brought an atmosphere of sadness, I felt it. It was… Continue reading The Saddest Cure
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
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
Yes. You are nothing. You are boring, distant, you are so much of a waste. You disgust me. You make me sick. You are weak, too damn weak to admit how irrelevant you are. You lost your battle a long time ago, you ruined yourself with your own hands, you mocked every opportunity the… Continue reading The Doldrum
Drenched in blood A crimson colour of mourning Desperate for a cure Slipping away Scraped violently into the abyss of hell Slept helplessly beside the galling chaos The void in his heart The scar in his soul, crippling Skin blistered by disdain Hands withered in fetter Decorum immured by guilt Died unknown.