Last night the nightmares were their Indeed. But different... Their were no maggots contorting and twisting their slimy bodies Their were no obscure vile creatures ripping and tearing at the flesh Their was no blood seeping threw wounds I thought had long been closed... Their was no reliving those nights when she killed my son, Or informed me of the death of my daughter. It was about her.. My darling... The one who has never hurt me... a moving van with nothing as much as a good bye I don't think I have ever woken up so shaken or confused ....
Catalyst-Of-Romance · Mon Dec 08, 2008 @ 05:44pm · 0 Comments |