ages of pain, soaked through to the core ( Read more... )

this was inspired by 'Remains' by Maurissa Tancharoen & Jed Whedon. some of the lyrics are a bit alike, and I like to think of this as rewritten lyrics to the song. if you can, familiarize yourself with the song, which I'll post here.

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and to anyone who has not seen the show Dollhouse; please watch it. it's amazing. it's where the song Remains ( Read more... )

it's too cold ( Read more... )

her lips, her voice, they quiver
speaking into the mouthpiece.
nervous as she listens.
though her nerves,
they calm.
they calm
from the truly sensual voice
on the other end.
smiles to herself,
her lips speak a sweet goodbye.
puts the phone down,
lips still curved;
the smile being her gift;
one of many, many small ones,
that that beautiful voice
from the other ( Read more... )

She lies on the floor of the shower (as me ( Read more... )

Sorrow lurks inside me ( Read more... )

She screams... blood dripping from her pale jaws. Her knees hit the ground, hard, and the dagger she holds inches deeper into her flesh. Tears stain her cheeks; tears of anger, hate, pain. The white, crystalline blankets of snow now shine crimson under the illumination of the harvest moon. Her pale, ivory gown, now littered with the reminents of ( Read more... )

Touching, screaming, wanting, needing ( Read more... )

this is my personal favorite out of everything I've written ( Read more... )

The blood of a martyr, the blade of a sword ( Read more... )