Some call it vile.
Some long for it.
Some hate on it.
Some have fallen in love with it.
It’s all the same thing and yet it comes in different ways and perspectives.
It’s the same word but has different meaning to different people.
Sometimes it beats you down.
Sometimes it raises you higher then the clouds.
It’s a burden and yet an assistance.
It sweeps in with the tide and rolls out with the wi...
I stood near the edge as it called to me. It longed for me to jump.
What if I did? Would the world really miss me?
“Yes.” A deep, power holding voice spoke from behind me. I slowly turned around only to lock eyes with a beaten, ragged girl.
“What?” I breathed out. “You. Will. Be. Missed.” I look away scoffing.
“How so?!” I asked more sternly, feeling the rage start to boil up in me.
“You feel li...
DEATHS POV:
I watched as the little girl was hit over and over again, with a thick rubber. I winced as she cried out. For no one could hear the child. No one but me. The evil that lurked over her, was silent in the day but vibrant in the moon light. Oh how I wished I could wrapped my arms around her, and pick her up, singing her a Lullaby till her soul rests in a soundless sleep. Tears fell from m...
Stepping outside was a death route.
The harsh wind bitting at your skin, it clung to you with a wolves grip.
The trees lose their life, a white blanket covering their bright, vibrant green leaves.
The air is crisp, unmoving, silent.
The white is unending.
An abyss of eternal white.
The color really isn’t comforting, only raging.
Inside a bright light is made.
The fire cracking in the distance.
Yo...
