Scarlet Flowers
A chilling short story from the eyes of a serial killer. Read if you dident plan on sleeping tonight.…
The Eternal Night
"I'm so sorry, James," she whispered. Her knees buckled underneath her as it became to much to bear. She fell a few inches before her neck was suddenly jerked up in a sickening snap. Rain's sobs fell silent, her limbs limp, and with the trees she too swung at the mercy of the wind. The moon crept out from behind the clouds, illuminating her fair face contorted in misery, tears traced with silver light fell gracefully from her eyes. She hanged there, relieved of her pain, and on wings of starlight death carried her off into the eternal night. Rain was free.…
Depressing poems
Deppression is kind of an undescribeable thing. It's a more of a mental illness than a feeling, and the complexity and brutal simplicity of it gives you a new perspective on things. Such a thing is hard to put into words, but I like to try. This is my take on it from personal experience.…