He sat there, staring into the walls of depression. Nothing could stop him now; nothing could save him now. Nothing mattered to him; he mattered to no one, besides her. All the times he was abused, all the times he was teased; nothing mattered except the crimson river flowing from his wound.
"GOODBYE!" he called as he spead his newly grown angel wings. These black wings would make God think he was sinful; boy would God be right.
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Random Poems and Short Stories
RomanceThis is a jumbled up mess of things I've written recently and things from the past. It's just a bunch a trivial crap... Thought I'd post it in case the laptop crashes again. Full of mostly "dark" things. Title says it all.
