Friday, November 2, 2012
The Blackest Gift.
It is a night of dark desire, a strange, beautiful song of blood. Wolves vent their pain. A full moon, The immortal one awakes. Curling, icy wisps of death shrouds her gaunt form, a brooding wanting. Her silken, raven hair cascades over translucent ivory shoulders, and her full scarlet lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of new life, I rise. Thursday, November 01, 2012 04:10:24 PM
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Without A Sign.
It begins all of a sudden; I don't feel fine. And without a sign, My eyelids begin to twitch, like a computer, with too many a glitch. my limbs go and I feel so incredibly dumb. All over my body, my nerves are tingling so badly, I'm left shaking. From the pain, my body's quaking. My skin begins to crawl like spiders crawling up my arms. I feel like I will start to fall. I really do give it my all. This disease takes so much, and it gives nothing in return. I feel like a freak. I think everyone...
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