grim reaper

i reside in the cemetery of our love haunted by the reminiscences of you and i refusing to rot away with time when our love died, i became a phantom of who i was this did not phase me for the night is full of ghosts-people searching for love with dead hearts

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WARNING! This piece deals with heavy topics such as depression and suicide. One in five. Today, one in five will wonder if being alive was worth the cost of another day. I knew someone like that- his name was Christian. His life was doctor’s visits and pill bottles. His uphills were mountains, and his downhills…

Places That Matter

Places that matter… Where I fall in love with you. When I realise that you are the one for me. It doesn’t matter where it is or what it looks like. Because it has the utmost value to me. Where I go in my dreams. What crazy world will I make up? Where up is…

My Voice

THIS IS MY VOICE. THERE ARE MANY LIKE IT – BUT THIS ONE IS MINE. I hold it close to me, showing very few the full potential it carries. Although it appears weak, I promise you that it is not. It can boom out insight in a heartbeat, but prefer to stay silent to allow…