

Out of OptionsShe was thirteen and fighting to survive on the streets, Deprived of the things she needed most, starved of food to eat. She left home for no longer could she cope with the abuse, She couldn’t stay there much longer only to receive another bruise.Out of Options
She was still a young girl, there was so much she had to know and learn, She had no money in her pocket, it became obvious she needed to earn. She got into child prostitution; she sold her body every night, She did not like it but without the money, she would never be all right.
A chevy pulls up and she jumps right in, now they're


Enemy of the darknessLook at me I'm a wreck, Do you want to see these scars? Why do I have them is the question being addressed?Enemy of the darkness
I have them because of the failed attempts of the test
I tried to live and I tried not to hide, In the shadows that for so long kept me inside. One day I came out and I saw the light, Now I want to go back into what kept me alive.
Burning and blazing the outside comes in, It eats away and tears at my skin.,
I want to cry to mom "Make it go away". But, I hate me and I make it stay.
Screams and piercing loudness of voices, Tossing and turn


VoidI hold in my eyes the sea,Void
Deep, lucid, waiting for you to explore.
I am a blur of crimson roses and jagged rocks
Full of fantasy, longing, lust.
- Obsession, devouring need –
Your lips can melt my flesh Fever in my soul.
I yearn for the smell of your breath as your mouth presses against my skin.
Whiskey and fresh mint.
-Your love running through my bursting veins-
You are day and darkness.
The Sun and the Moon.
The splendor of God,
The spring of Satan.
I am aching desire;
…wanting to feel


Beautiful PainIt's not depression nor an obsession.Beautiful Pain
There's nothing left but this confession.
Her emotions mold and then become one.
She yearns for the warmth and for the sun.
The tears stream down as she starts to choke.
Her mind is clouded by a very thick smoke.
She misses the happiness; she misses the bliss.
She misses the simple joys of a sweet kiss.
Now depression strikes in and plays with her soul.
The blade creeps up closer as she loses control.
The obsession begins; the depression is gone.
The cutting isn't for sadness, but instead it's for fun.
So I'm still in school, with the end finally in sight at December of next year. I go to Barry U down in Miami Shores, and I'm almost done with my BFA in Graphic Design, which I am enjoying. If you still get on AIM every now and then, I can fill in the gaping holes in my heavily abridged description of the last 4 years. Heh.
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Check out Gate, my graphic novel series: [link]
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Check out Gate, my graphic novel series: [link]
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is it destruction you require to feel?
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Anti-Social Indifference: I hate you and I just don't care
My clubs ~ericgriffin-club ~ livingpoetsociety ~ alternativerock~metalliclub
~LacunaCoil-Fans ~ Phil-Anselmo-fans ~cotd ~ metalheads ~arch-enemy-fans
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