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Addiction

Addiction A sense that I can not live without you Delving through the senses in my mind Driving me to the brink of insanity I must have your touch or I die Caught in the whirlwind that is your love Torn by my relentless need In a rush my passion beckons me On to find the solace in your arms Near you I must be forever   Written for my other...

Rage

Rage So I am torn apart by rage, rage for the injustice that has been done in my life and the things that have been said to me in pain and in anger and in sadness but I wonder what will happen if I was to change and become the person that no one wants me to be and I wonder if she’ll be happy and I wonder if she’ll be sane or I wonder if she’ll still feel like ripping it all apart and tearing a hole in the fabric of time and then in the next minute I’ll...

Ignited

Ignited His voice beckons to me I reach out for him Craving for his arms His touch making me burn   The glow that I see When I look in his eyes Torments my lust Heightens my desire   I close my eyes To breathe in his scent The aroma makes me alive My senses aware   I want to hold him, touch him Caress his hot skin The passion to mold him Burns deep from within   I want to use him, abuse him Watch him work his way The temptation to have...

The Gun

The Gun She sat looking at the gun in her hand. The weight of the handle pressed down on her as she contemplated how she had gotten to this point. Did she loath herself that much?  She caught her reflection in the mirror; the pale eyes, the lifeless hair; it wasn’t the woman that she knew. Depression had been hitting her hard and she couldn’t explain the onslaught of sadness that seemed to rush over her constantly. What was the point of life anyway?  Did...

Kayleigh

            Kayleigh looked down at the casket that contained her mother.  It wasn’t something that she could comprehend.  Her mommy wouldn’t be there anymore.  The young girl snuck a peak at the people that were there for the funeral.  There weren’t many; most of the townspeople viewed them as outcasts.  She had heard the whispering that they had always gotten whenever they went into town.  Kayleigh knew that her mother had not...

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