My Book

22

He was the slaughterer and I'm the victim, he slayed me with diabolic words, it was rebellious scene repeating over and over endlessly, seeing his wicked face, it killed my soul, my screams were muffled by his chains. I was hanged on the walls by his chains as misery was filling my eyes and the sorrow crept between my shattered pieces and recreate my soul as a tragic abyss. His twisted grin widened when he saw my lifeless eyes, he was amused when he shaded my eyes and kept me under his shadow. I'm the damned so cut down the chains between us, and with his demonic eyes, he revived me as an undead, a toy in his hands.

~Kira

i don't own the picture!~