Mensagens

A mostrar mensagens de Dezembro, 2013

C is for Coming [THE ALPHADEATH CODEX]

B is for Bold [THE ALPHADEATH CODEX]

Mother knows best, so she keeps on saying, wailing at my near deaf ears, Not much care, not even a stare caught me unaware shedding tiny tears. Yet, days become weeks, months become years and now here I am, no longer unaware. There I was about to be driven beyond mischievous play, fears turning to nightmare Alas, motherly love indifferent, girl to become acquiescent, beware!
A fortnight to pass, sliding like a venomous snare entrapping me in a mirror hall. Has my faith laid in a pool of atrocious convenience, forbidding any brazen gall? To be outspoken, a porcelain doll broken, given to other like a mere hand token…
As mother knows best, day succeeded into a night to be past, to unknown taker, Will the shadowman this gentle heart break for mere entertainment? Will my soul stop containing the dismal shriek that my poor brain invades? Or will he just lay my living corpse in the thorn bed of Hades… Close your eyes little girl, let those lashes be thy shade!
And so the party, most entertaining to gues…