jessicacherie

Winter snow is so beautiful, so pure. As I walk out side there is not a sound, I can hear my foot steps crunch in the snow. I walk and walk until I come upon my private spot. Theres no sound around me,have a gone deff. As I sit there wondering who I have become As I begin to cry and I sit and wonder why. The tears sting as they leave my eyes. Im alone, am I lost? No Im just sitting here at my private spot. As I begin to think of the past that has faded. It gets harder for me to breath. I breath and breath and the breathes that I take start to hurt. The warm tears are flowing down my cheeks now. "winter snow is so beautiful" as I s

Untitled It is a night of darkness, a song of sorrow, wolves vent their howls. The beautiful one wakens. Darkness shrouds her stalking form, a timeless desire. Her raven hair cascades over pale and delicate shoulders, and her full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the blood streaming from the pale flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I hunger.

what have you done to me? a smothering indistinctness of pain as emotions scream. once we tasted paradise, wide-eyed and innocent, but your heart shrank. a sickening vision of agony - tears follow pain, follow hate, love dissolved. in a storm of hatred, i hate you.