The hole nothing can prepare you for. The memories made. It's deep, it cuts into you as if it was your skin. Your heart breaks, you can feel your body...Read more

The hands that trace my skin are not mine; they are not wanted. They were never wanted. I can still feel them on my skin, crawling like a spider up an...Read more

You push the blade deeper in, letting the warm crimson leak from your skin. You satisfy the voices by doing so, not much deeper left to go. You drag i...Read more

Tears express the sad, and all the things in life that went bad. Tears are the rainfall humans produce, tears are the comfort an artist gives their mu...Read more

The dark is a way to see a thousand colours. The dark is a thing, often shamed, the darkness a thing that gives the light fame. The darkness a beauty ...Read more