There is no beauty here within
only death, destruction and necrotic skin
blackened night leads to red sky days
scatter scant people
run away
chant the song to live long and well
raise the fire and hear them yell
there is no glory here within
this hearts filled with bloody sin
created by one after another
of murderous wins
written Jan 17, 2012
On the beach
My toes must always enter the water.
About Me
- Finding Abigail
- I have been lost a few times but never for long. I always find my way back home, to the very heart of me. This is the story of "finding Abigail". Abigail was the childhood name I gave myself. She was a dreamer, a lover of life and believed in the magic of love. She wished on stars and reached for the moon even when no one lifted her up. I once told myself I would not lose myself to a man but I did. I once told myself I would never find love but I did. I am still waiting to see who sticks around forever....This is my personal journey, thank you for joining me.
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