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- Goodnight Nightingale at allpoetry
There are times when life is fleeting,
when memories are far too much. - A Demented Short at storywrite
- The Lovers Look On at allpoetry
Okay, so the meter is a bit off, but I speak the lines a little different than people will read them. It's spoken word basically. Hope yo - The Death of a Raven at storywrite
- Whispers of Pain - Chapter Two - Sold at storywrite
Does it make you happy?
Are you feeling happy? - Whispers of Pain - Chaper One - Capture at storywrite
Pain... Pleasure...
When you're numb... Â - Thirteen Black Roses at storywrite
“A black rose is for the dying… The stars are only fire and all that glitters is cold. A black rose is for the dying…”
- Midnight Sonata at storywrite
'Not that it matters any more, no, not that it matters...’ I can still hear her words, the soft whisper of her voice, like wind through the autumn leaves. 'Not that it matters - Deus ex Machina ~ Bass Beat Dreams~ at storywrite
Pure adrenaline... It was time... The steady thump of the deep bass beat pounded against his senses. All around him lights flashed and moved in liquid synch with th - Rabbits at storywrite
Just as it ended, it began. Blood swirled down the drain in the floor, the soapy water causing a pink foam to rise. She had followed a white rabbit down a hole and - The Four at Shadowdale at storywrite
The wind blew across the fields, singing between the headstones and mausoleums that dotted the hillside of the Shadowdale Cemetery. Leaves, disturbed by a gust of wind, m - The Midnight Sonata at storywrite
'Not that it matters any more, no, not that it matters...' I can still hear her words, the soft whisper of her voice, like wind through the Autumn leaves. 'Not that - The Angel's Dance at storywrite
The Angel lay, his eye's half open, staring at the ceiling of the room. The shadow of the rain moving down the window held him transfixed, mesmerized as it were by the ch - The Unknown or The search for freedom in the lonliest of nights... at storywrite
He sat quietly in the chair, the dim light of the candle on the far side of the room illuminating a portion of his face. In the background played a Cure song. He li - Sadness of the Sea at storywrite
It was raining, as it always did in Washington, the slow and steady fall which seems like a drizzle but soaks you as effectively as a monsoon. The waves crashed against the bas
