catacomb lovelife.Drowning in this. Killing spite. deciet at it's best sets in, and I cry myself awake.catacomb lovelife.
and I uttered the very words, into your ear.
the verry words that made you kill me,
and kill me no more.
tubingIt's a good year for the nuclear, explosion. she's praying to jesus. Trust me, the purity, of the reasonable. Of the indestinct.tubing
dot.Elephants to ants, is that what we are? The stars above show brightly, streetlights below block them out.dot.
LoveLoveLove
The thing disappeared into the night after what had happened. That thing was my own flesh and blood. That thing was my child.
I felt horrible for letting him go. He wasn't the most adorable child, in fact, he was pretty ugly. As a mother I felt guilty for thinking such thoughts, but there was no denying it. Even with that being said, there’s nothing worse that to see your own child leave your arms.
The moon was full; a faint mist covered what little sky was left by the dark grey clouds.
I had fallen for the wrong man, and nine months after we met, I had the wrong baby.
I remember the birth
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