though we can’t see her, Hope flies for us.
her raven hair was torn away, splattered red.
hate is a parasite within each of us.
that is life, isn’t it? you know that you’ll die in the end, but you continue to live. why?
stress is an evil parasite, sucking your soul dry until you are nothing but an empty husk.
they dream of the End.
some days, i feel gray..
why i believe in the stars? it’s a novelty i have never seen – a night sky with millions of pinpoint dots of light shining through — through what? what? why? how? when? where? the five questions of life. back on point, i am not an optimistic person. i prefer to see myself as aContinue reading “conversation about stars”
draped in deep shadowslocked by metal chains and keyshidden secrets thrive
out of the abyss,in my mind, i fashion darkmonsters that reside within i