My parents had torn through my innocence and left me with a tar-like substance that was corrupting what was left of me. I could feel it at night; slithering and curling around my soul as it slowly devoured me. It was draining my energy and replacing it with an evil I was afraid to confront.
J.D. StroubeStichwörter: innocence energy soul horror corrupt devour paranormal-ya
They lurk in the cold and dark.Hungry and,wicked,they wait for their one chance to devour the weak on Sorry Night.Then the vours feast on a banquet of fear.Your fear.They steal your soul but your body remains.No one knows the difference.
Simon HoltStichwörter: fear feast devour
I chose you, Clara, and you chose me. End of story.
Shelly CraneLife serves the food, and Death always shows up to the banquet, like an univited guest with nothing in hand to contribute, just to devour everything
then leave.
Stichwörter: life death selfish serve devour banquet left-with-nothing
Poetry is one of my guilty pleasures and I want to thank you poets for providing me with beautiful words that I can devour and selfishly indulge in any time I want. ♥-Nina Jean Slack
Nina Jean SlackStichwörter: words love poetry selfish pleasure poem poets poems beautiful guilty indulge devour
Devour thy own truths.
Truth DevourIf ever you feel lost, terrified, alone, emotionally and physically drained...when you feel like depression has overpowered you, and that the world itself, has devoured you...just remember that you are not alone, you are loved, you are a beautiful story waiting to be told.” -Nina Jean Slack, Once Lost, Forever Found (Vol. #1)
Nina Jean SlackStichwörter: life love lost world stories story living emotions alone feelings waiting deep emo alive emotional found devour
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