It’s not the way that you wentThat surprised meIt’s the way that I knewIt wasn’t the sight of you sitting so stillThat destroyed meYou know I’ve seen it beforeYour skin so cold to the touchDidn’t phase meI lived it half my lifeLeaving you thereFor strangers to stareIt disturbed meBut your vacant eyesReflecting the skiesWhere once was my lifeNearly…

Continue Reading Devastation Before Breakfast, By: Gordon Roberts

Weep for the generations who gave their allInnocence lost in evil thrallPlaces and bloodlines consigned to the pastTo the books and the few who remember Those lives and…

Continue Reading The Lost, By: Gordon Roberts

She’s made of porcelainNot looking so cleanLook at her pretty eyesSuch a poor disguise I see the blood spilt on her handsSee the clock saying demandWhy can’t you…

Continue Reading Doll, By: Fiona Flores