Poem - Insanity
Insanity, something you cannot deny, An infinite feeling of restlessness. Insanity, something no-one will decline, Makes your life directionless. Have you gone insane? Will I see the old you again? What is this monster you became? Did I lose one...
Sickness and in health.
How am I you ask? Well I must say I'll be fine as soon as this pain goes away I'll be fine when I lose a few twenty-one pounds and my cough isn't really as bad as it sounds The sight in my eye will return they say as soon as this pain in my head...
Hunting Death-Collapse
To think of me giving away what i am simply because i got sick and let him stick a stick in my mouth.
Billy was sick.
They knew Billy was different from the start. He wouldn't play with the other children, or his siblings, or even his parents. When anyone tried to include him in their games, he'd throw a tantrum and run off to be by himself. It got so bad, his parents...
Sick Day
#1 of sick days first story on here. first smut story in general. written in a day, reviewed in 10 minutes, criticism welcome. it was his second day home sick from work, and it probably wouldn't be his last either.
sick orca
"thank the gods he's gone out, fuck me why is he so fucking hot even when sick?!"
Sickly Sweet
But recently, he came down with a strange illness in which depleted most of his strength to the point of fainting.
Sick Day
"another sick day i wish i wasn't sick." i coughed again grabbing my tea drinking it slowly. it slowly began to rain its simple taps hit my window as people yelling run away quick. i wish i could enjoy the rain i love it so much.
Sick Hearts
Gloryhole floor: the ultimate anonymity fantasy. Two rooms, separated by one wall with a single hole on it. The room is mostly bare, not much to it. The lighting is good, but it's not like it'll help. You can't be entirely sure who's on the other side...
Our Sickness
I once walked with the best, my head held high We pushed further into the cold dead of night We had fought hard and still we pushed on And when the night had faded we looked forward to the new dawn I know I'll never be the same again But here I...
A Sick Love
I love you, but I can't touch you. I love you, but I can't be with you. Why? I'm a dead man walking, Get too close, and you're a dead woman talking. AIDS is what it's called. That's a joke if I ever heard one. AIDS? Aids what, exactly? ...
Sick As A Dog
He'd woken up drunk before, and sick, and even just tired; he knew what he looked like, more or less, as a blob of colour. what he was looking at was all wrong.