As I look at the her tainted white night grown blood is soaking the cotton and she just laughs as water pours out of her red rusty eyes looking at mothers lump body on the floor dead in the night light

while writing my book i wanted to cry but then realised its just a book and people will die haha

i tend to hind my fear from people to scared they will shun me for who i am

Time dies yet I survive but something else inside me died...Staring at this starless sky
running though the empty night crying out my spirit hides

life has it's way of beauty the trees have their way of life and the ocean has its own secrets and world like this will never come again