A Year
It's been a year since I saw you last. How has time gone by so fast? A year to the day, You were no longer OK. There hasn't been a day that's gone by Where I've looked over and expected you by my side. Your cage, now clean, still sits upon its...
The Hours of Darkness - Crimson Eyes: (PROLOGUE)
I was amazed at how i could have survived that much blood loss - there was so much. i stood, my body feeling oddly powerful and light. from where i was, i could see no tracks leading away from where i had awoken.
Alone
How can i search for something that doesn't exist when the weight of this loss gently touches the lips that he kissed? how am i to find that which i so desperately desire when i lock myself away and never dare say that i love?
To My Absent Son
To My Absent Son By Carl Blessing/Murphy Slaugh My Absent Son, it's been many months Since I last saw your face. Yet in my mind, I still see and still hear you, Your memory I will not erase. I think of my actions to try and help, Though I...
Lips of Life, Lips of Death
Do I want to die? Or is that at The tip of my tongue, the life that I have Desired? Could there be more which shows that This life is worth living, this one is worth Something more than death, something that can halve This pain I feel, desire...
Memories
**It's been a while since I've been on here, and a lot has changed. My mother was recently admited into the hospital, and this story was a result of a dream that I had several days after she was first admited. It's not what I'm used to writing, and...
Into the Darkness: Chapter Four
I buried him later that night, and though I looked around, the only thing I could find of his family I could find was torn cloth, and blood. I moved on that night, ignoring sleep as I made my way north, not stuck to a certain path, as I was numb...
Scared of Not Seeing You
True fear, is loss itself.
Lost & Found ~ Of Loss and Discovery
The loss was enveloping him again, and he felt the tears burning his eyes when a quiet, "fuck no", left his maw. he was more than this, he was much more than this.
The Seasons of Loss - short poem
The end of winter, Cold and harsh, Ripped my heart to shreds. As Spring arrived, The tears were sewn, Never meant to hold. Summer's heat, Proved too much, All bonds I hold must die. Now here I sit, Legs forever still, Waiting for Autumn's...
Chapter 31 - Loss of Innocence
His hips kept shoving hard and fast, his firm manhood thrusting into her velvety folds, piercing her inner depths with vicious abandon. She barely flinched anymore when his teeth bit into her skin, leaving deep marks that sometimes trickled blood. It...
(~3~) To Accept Some Loss
Peppy tried to make light of the development, but he was still clearly unnerved by the loss of contact with them for so many hours unexpectedly.