Sanguineam Oculos

- You let out a hoarse scream and it is the sound of a life being ripped to shreds by others. Of grief. Of an animal's final cry before it dies. -

- It was warm. This place was protective and soft. It felt as if it could stay here forever, but it learned a very hard lesson that day.
Good things don't last. -

- You are an icicle, your blue eyes dull and your pale skin like that of a snowman. You are a snow angel in Hell and it shows. You are frozen and have no place worth going. -

A collection of sad stories and random poems of real life issues that people face every day.