death
Day by day I think of you, How can all of this be true? I can't believe you're really gone, I still can't accept it, Even after so long. Just the thought of you makes me cry, I never even got the chance to say goodbye. Every picture, every...
Death
Just a little poem from my book "midnight reflections" death is what is and what will be death is not sad death is not evil death is life it is what we walk toward some solemnly some with fear some with defiance some fool heartedly and some with
Hunting Death- Town of Death
Their connection to death is a strange one, but one they seem to have embraced. but to say that this has made them desensitized to death would be a lie. as i watched them i realized that they feared their own deaths just as much as any of us.
Death's Embrace
'death has come for me huh? if that is how it must be.' she closed her eyes and waited for her end to come. death did come that night, just not in the way that cynthia had thought. two days passed and cynthia ended up coming to.
The Deaths of Diah
Diah would have as many deaths as she could ever want.
Cold death
I saw too much war, too much death, i marched for the will of distant powers for months in sludge and tar, the darkness, the nothingness felt like the well deserved rest.
Death Wish
death wish is a story from my upcoming collection carnage. it's a collection of erotic horror stories twisting relationship and sexual fears. content warning: abuse kink, torture, gore i thought i wanted a sub.
A Taste of Death
She had seen the land turned barren and dead, poisonous and hostile to only the most twisted of souls.
Death Knell
"i... am death knell," he said, as he fired his dual m-16 pistols sideways.
Death is but a doorway.
_This will get some revision and editing in the next week or so._ Aiden * * * I lay on my bed, panting as what felt like iron bands constricted around my chest. It was a sensation familiar to me, though it had been at least 40 years since I...
A Waltz with Death
For i was death, the taker of breath, was afraid that she would be late. i quivered end quaked and occasionally i shaked, as i waited for the. i checked my watch - with a noticeable splotch - and it was quarter past the three.
Deathly Night
The child with us will all be dead. on this night we all shall die. the black birds of death shall all fly. our shriveled souls have never been fed. on this night we all shall die. the tears from our eyes will never dry.