You spat such venom.

Feathers scatter, from wings aflutter, as a crow caws…

Wrote this around two in the morning and wrote down random thoughts and it came out as this after a few revisions =]

You are so full of hate.

We are over.

There is such venom in your claws.

Poem.

Love… it reminds me a lot of my multiple suicide attempts, it sucks, it’s painful, and at the end of the day the promise is never kept. A Lovely Death… I’m still alone and I’m still alive and maybe I’m just a coward or could it be you are waiting for me.

Very short dark fantasy story.

You long term curse hurts.