ThoughtThrough the silence wisps of thought reach out to me.Thought
They stem from my wistful mind, and brush past my lips like passions whispered mid-kiss.
LettersWhen you disappeared, you left your letters here on the bedroom floor.Letters
I found them when I came to this abandoned home looking for a ghost story.
I didn't find any ghosts, but I did find a soul written into lonely letters, never sent.
RegretWhen the darkness is no longer enough for you, you will know it is time. I wonder will you come find me then and let me lay my hands upon the ground beneath you and search for my warmth and the words we both knew were bound to slip away because they felt too late.Regret
I never spoke your language although we have the same walk and the color of your eyes was my childhood. I could not dream like you or see how your hands made things innocent because I slipped through a world darkly when you were not looking and y
TortureSometimes I like to torture words with obscene acts to nouns and verbs. I tie them up in sentences and whip them till they make no sense. I love the screams of prepositions while pulling them in odd positions; and conjunctions make a lovely din when decapitated by my pen. I bind the wrists of adjectives just for the pleasure that it gives and adverbs leave me hot and bothered once their meaning is uncovered. Interjections beg for release with pronouns trembling on their knees. And once my fiendish work is done, you'll find that I have just begun myTorture
Prozac 
Depressed
much love!
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C H E E R S my dear
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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
what the fuck why wasn't i told you have a dA
this is erica btw.
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See My Scars And Cry Again...
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Love Me. Hate Me. Fear Me.
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