ScarletDeath7

Raking, scratching at the door, Up the walls, under the floor. Laughing, crying far and near, Immobilized, frozen in fear. Snarling, grinning face in sight, Can't get away, can't even fight. Oozing, dripping crimson red, Coats the carpet, stains the bed. Reaching, grabbing of a hand, More like a claw, still cannot stand. Erupting, searing white hot pain, Spreading now, escape's in vain. Dimming, fading from the light, Slip to the void, darker than night.

Do you want to breathe, Or believe this is real? Can you have both? Tell me how to feel. A story book ending, Or just the start? Are you the villain, Or after a heart? How many lines, Will catch your attention? What will it take To shed apprehension? What kind of role Are you looking to play? Tell me the words You've been waiting to say. I'm not really sure How this will end, But whatever happens, I'm about to hit 'send'.

Looking over the wonderments of the sky as the night washes over the land and the stars speak; I listen as they share their stories, the times that had long past and pains now hidden. They sow within me the desires to reach and wipe those flowing tears of light that nurse such regret. I wish to join them and recite the tales of those who couldn't join me. Who were lost along the railways of speculation, hope and anticipation. Anticipating the moment where life would shine upon their twilight, granting them with the sight of a new dawn, but alas i shall not be the last to feel these emotions. So when i join the cosmos beyond all other stars. i will shed my gratitude for those who weren't able to make it

This unruly fa-sin-ation of continuous temptation that severs like a knife but this promise can't dismiss that she is still somebody's wife For is it not bigofme to preach polygamy and partake in every fruit of life? Since individuality is a part of ones' sexuality; yes,this love for somebody's wife Multiple images of those who spent time, dissecting each layer to remove from sight Lesbianic/transendic genre expanding through foreplay/shading all for somebody's wife Who do you blame, for tablet games that all end the same under the dimness of the light? Painting her up like Leo; what the hell do you know, for she is still somebody's wife Working her lines, as my eyes always seem to find each spot she shelters from probe from the softest moans begging for more. And to think she claims to be somebody's wife. Panting, etching, clawing, sketching the darkened inks leave their mark under the strobe Collaborative threesomes, stain the page as we cum she begs to be more than