Death •°

I always feared  the pain Of death. But After the flowers  At my tomb Withered into crusts  And the darkness  Blanketed  My cozy grave I realized  That the pain of living  Hurt more than the pain Of dying! © chaos–xd 2017 • None  ...

The Ribbons (4/4)

Let it rage over me ~ IV

Freedom •°

He caressed the purple bruses on her slender arms. “I’m so sorry I did this to you” He whispered.. “I promise I won’t…hurt …yo..u ever agai…” his usual words lost in the abyss of a lifetime of broken promises, she wasn’t even paying...