Death do parts us, my love
Everlasting sorrow invades me
Without you this shell of a heart is empty
Never again shall I hear you call me mourning dove
Why, my love, were you taken by death?
It was I who lost all breath
Drowning in the black water
My heart now a burning piece of amber
I can no longer hear your loving voice
From the fiery depths of hell
Why can it not be my choice
To stop the withering of this bluebell?
Your death will never seem so long ago
In the days of my everlasting sorrow
About the Creator
Sara Cripps
I became a storyteller at a young age, telling stories to my younger cousins. I fell in love with the written word as soon as I could read, and never put down a good book. Stories are one on my passions. It is a passion I hape to chare.
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Killing him slowly
There’s an intruder in my house again. He stumbles through the door, wet carrier bags in hand. He’s bought me offerings. I show my appreciation, letting him caress my beautiful body. He wants to touch me. I rub myself against his legs. He sighs, dropping the bags. He can’t resist touching me. Running his hand slowly down my spine, I arch my back towards his caress, let out a low purr. It’s what we both need.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Horror
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