The Pen and The Wind
-
So this just happened. I was gonna do electric blue, but in the end, of course I pick purple. I like it.
-
I’ve been seeing a lot of Animal Crossing giveaways recently and I want to participate!
This time around I will be having a...
-
You are my sunshine.
-
In a few days I get to meet one of my tumblr friends!!!
Yay!!!
-
Walking Barefoot Over Thistles
There really is such a fine line between love and hate. But what, truly, do we hate? Do we come to hate that which we...
I’m covered in scars and burns,
When they heal, new ones just take their place,
My life is a neverending void of pain,
And yet that is the only meaning I hold,
To feel pain.
Poorly made and ramshackle form,
Like a shoddy voodoo doll,
The only comfort that I offer to others,
Is one of sadism,
For I let them take their needles and daggers,
And take their frustrations out on me,
Every pain and woe they feel,
They carve it into my flesh,
Into my soul,
And when all has been worked out,
Throw me into the trash.
But it won’t be long before I’m found again,
And the ceaseless agony will begin again,
An existence dedicated solely to pain,
To be a tool for others to wreak their wraith,
And to feel nothing more than torment,
But I have a purpose,
That’s enough to go on,
A plaything of voodoo and other’s pain,
Nothing more…
