Love

I can hear the bitch laughing the echoing cackle driving the point deeper her task is one of pain buried under the illusion of fleeting moments of joy the seconds of despair add up far greater than those of me staring into the eyes of my lover and feeling only genuine perfect raw bliss unknown to us all the claws come out when eyes are closed and scratch even more scars where she laid them before on the still healing heart

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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