Through ceaseless fabrications woven by the hunted Channels narrow leading to Dante's peak This cursed soul claws at earth in hope... ...of eluding misery destined upon her... ...as agony whisks through her... ...and rapes her mind with sorrow A slave to pain, she breathes deep... ...while torture's storm settles throughout her being And as her skull splits in two... ...she sees the fleeting world... ...through a veil of tears
LMFAO!!!! Your author's not caught me off guard that s**t is funny. Not your headache,just reading that after reading your what I think is a bad a*s dark writing and than your A.N. You have skills Raven to be able to just right s**t off the top of your head like that. Much respect....aaww s**t my heads hurting now