The Holy Fire
Tear it out, the pulses are between us. And will you be free? It looks so sunny to me. Fire gloom, no ones left the east side But if I…
Tear it out, the pulses are between us. And will you be free? It looks so sunny to me. Fire gloom, no ones left the east side But if I…
Start from the beginning: Apostates Sedition Part 1: Fruition Previous Entry: Apostates Sedition Part 4: The Great Machine I hear whispers. Whispers of war. Whispers of events to come true.…
By Sophie Nelson A white face set in the onyx air, Shadows cast in the brow-less sockets And beneath the cheekbones built high. The skin, smooth and spectral, Like waveless milk…
By Bree Coleman Medium was acrylic paint and sheet music Remember me
By Bree Coleman You'll never know how much I truly love you. I am who I am today because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream…
You are the ocean I sail upon in life. I am confidant my boat will never sink with you as my waves. I can’t deny the troubled waters that will…