The sky, a brilliant and unblemished blue, September's morning, a world fresh and new. No hint of shadow, no whisper of dread, As towers of commerce stood tall overhead. In bustling streets, the city awoke, To the rhythm of life, a hopeful stroke. Then silence...

It was resistant to oxygen deprivation.There was something about that seed.You could never cut its umbilical chord.

How do fallen angels form?Are they born like so or even torn?Or are they made feel foul? Maybe they used to be friendly and nice.Until people pushed them to the edge and rolled the dice.They say fallen angels are a...

in the dark depths I see your face contorted with ragea coldness confinded by a veneera smile to inviteeyes that implorebut I sense you're on the edgeevoking emotions then walking into the shadowsit's your motion that warns mecalculating your...