http://slow.writerscafe.org/SamSumizome The original writings of author Sam Sin Sepultura en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011743 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Descend from thread, the dew drops graze her limbs.She's clicking and baring her weapons.There lays the helpless, lying in defeat.The hopeless pray that awaits the feeding to be freed.Beautiful beast, slick, sly and sexy.She crawls in and closes in on her target.She's lonely since her last devourmen.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1223822/ You love this face, you hate my taste.Unwind me and drop me like the guillotine.It just might cut you, you'll never be free.You're lost in the eyes that gaze, the ones that loathe my grace.Their starving, you're wantingand you'll fall for he, who's hating.Apologies and blood lust,we'll drink un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1223809/ My touch is destruction,but I don't mean to sting.Don't try and give your love,I'll hurt you all the same.I'm hollowed out and ravaged,I grow lonelier everyday.I'm a sick disgusting savage,So please just stay away.You can't hear me breathing,I'm barely even alive.Let go and start retreating. Wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1220207/ Feeling lonely lately.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1219801/ Creepy little poem I put together, hope you enjoy it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1219692/ Fragmented is the one in cold.He's growing hungry,he's getting bold.Standing on the edge of his tower.Will it fall?Will he lose power?Frozen tears drench the face.He's in his element,he's in his place.He loathes the lie in the land.He's tearing it apart,by mortal hand. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1219257/ Teeth clenchedHands tiedI know what I'm notBut I know what I wantFor all the ones that had me shotI'd take it allGive it backThen they could truly knowThrough blurry eyes they'd seeThat I run the showAnd I am above them after all  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1200397/ Passion is burning, but feeling so low. If only you knew, if only you could feel this soul.If only you suffocated whether awake or a sleep. If only you were cursed with a promise to keep.Would you fall into depths of dead inside? Would you scream, or would you hide? Would you tear yourself from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1200284/ Calling out to my soulthe cold winter breezeI tread on without controlwithout the fear of freezeMarveling at ice like daggersfrom the frostbitten treesThis child treading staggersand all the air born flees http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1189640/ this is how my brain works sometimes :p http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1189630/ a short story in the mind of a killer, enjoy :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1188949/ Don't worry about the crimson, it doesn't mean a thing Don't worry about the words you feel- are far too late to say Don't show concern formy darkened restless face Don't worry about your sunshine that got caught up in the rain Don't worry about the young dreamer who breaks like window pane Don't wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SamSumizome/1188336/