Why does the pattern continue
When we lost our loved ones
Must we live this life
Must we be happy without them?... more »
The dark, seductive, velvet of the night descends.
With it, fallen angels shrouded in death.
Stalking the streets for the life they hold.
The precious life.... more »
What is love?
Is it that feeling I get,
Bubbling in my stomachs?
Or is it the pain that I feel... more »