TheSleepingInsomniac
March 30th, 2011, 05:53 AM
I am still only a child, i have not had a chance to see the world through innocent eyes. My eyes will never see the sun, nor the land for the beauty it once held. All i see is pain, the red haze of agony and torment. The fire of hell; the black mist of death. My soul is shattered and torn, there is nothing left, nothing ever resembling an innocent child.
The child was ripped out of the heart; thrown from the womb into chaos and unforgivable, unimaginable suffering. The child withered in darkness and died amidst the pain. Leaving a shell; this broken shell of a body, this being that begs for the arms of merciful death without words, only bloody screams – it longs for an eternity of peace, of darkness – but never gets the only embrace it longs an eternity for.
The child was ripped out of the heart; thrown from the womb into chaos and unforgivable, unimaginable suffering. The child withered in darkness and died amidst the pain. Leaving a shell; this broken shell of a body, this being that begs for the arms of merciful death without words, only bloody screams – it longs for an eternity of peace, of darkness – but never gets the only embrace it longs an eternity for.