http://slow.writerscafe.org/cmiller992 The original writings of author crow en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776071565 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Arise for me my darling, sing to me the midnight hour. Sing beyond a tortured heart of ice. Under years of pain her heart lies under the crooked hills and moonlight. Her love dwells deep within the pumpkin patch, as she gazes deep into the shadows of the moon, dancing upon it are her demons and ghou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/480809/ Tramp through the forest with elephant ears, they fall from the sky the threads have appeared.Yellow and blue, purple and green, the sky will unravel the space inbetween.Red cracks in the sky, with purple imps on green clouds, this trip has completely left me from dazed to spellbound.They.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/480802/ Take my heart and grab it, you have it traped in a box, you through away the key. It could have been like Jack and Sally under crooked hills and moonlite, but all you really proved to me was that even the dead can feel pain.My heart is acking why couldn't everyday be Halloween? Living life at the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/407508/ Where is my dear Alice? Where trapped here but seperated so far apart. Tripped in a land of tanted nightmares. Shes so close but so far away, in the most trippy of hallusinations. Alice breaking my heart, breaking my soul, queen of hallusinations. Her voice to my ears I can hear the truth, beond blo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400280/ Forgotten memories, they creep back just to rip me apart, (why can't I just throw it all away)? Screwed up and volnerable, reduce me to who I am, to what I deserve. I don't want to here this anymore, this can't be truth. A life created by rape and hate. Im a number that is much lower than you. Im so.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400263/ if you have a week stomich dont read this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400253/ Slave to life, (brain washed). Slave to work, (under paid). Slave to reality, (it hits you every day).Time is running out, wonting to set things right, but out of time, (so you get your way).Chewing you up, lifes chewing you up. Pressure its called life. Taking you down when you are climbin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400242/ Voices crawling in my mind scratching my brain. Faves staring at me from the ceilings to the walls.Noise box, noise box.Another broken day another electric session. Straght jacket insan, pupils grow, not knowing whats reality or another dream. 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Wide awake in open fire, welcome to my darkest hours. The memories that I wish to pass, but everythingstands so f*****g still. The hate that breeds yesterday.The fog upon the night, creeping up like crows wings. This is my one escape, the si.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400177/ The shadows on the wall are daning for you, I would do anything to be that close to you. The nightmares in are head are nothing like the nightmares of reality, take my hand and Ill take yours. Before you know, before you know, Im right here waiting for you. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400169/ She kisses me with bloody fangs,my blood drips down her chin.A love mark on my neck. Blood upon a vamperic romance, the nightmare charm of her blue eyes. Death arise.Evil romantic.Nightmare moans, pleasure from one bite on the neck. She sings the song of the midnight hour, screeches from the w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400167/ Breaking down but not a single tear drop falls, when will these feelings leave me behind? When will I be gone? Why do I stand alone?So black it pulls me down with more to come. Tired of feeling so selfish so why even when Im alone do I not shead a single tear.Its breaking down.Someone please t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400163/ if you have a week stomic dont read this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400159/ Give me one bite so I can end it all, please someone set me free. Life equals tragity. Mke me no longer feel the sun that curses or blinds. I feel temtation taking over and I so badly want to fallow. Mark my words feel my soul.She lies dead and lifeless, I want her sickness. It was given to her by.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400156/ The moon fills the blackest sky, she lingers to my skin with morbid dreams of sexual imperity. Autmn wind flows through her black hair, and blue eyes to the darkest depth of night's shadows. She howls at the moon, she is the gallows of wolves, she sings the black pits of her past. This crow can see .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/400155/ She seems lost and hopeless in this world, she falls down again. Shes lost like a child. Crying alone in a strange unfamillar place, (shes lost like a child).And she wonders how long until I find home? Until I escape this nightmare wonderland?White rabbit, white rabbit your time has come.Shes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399801/ Inside my head is a peranoid insanity, white rabbit, white rabbit your time has come. It stalks me in thenight like the shadows that dance on the walls. You can't get out of here my dear your always in my sight. Please someone tell me is there anyway out of here?Out of this hell?I here itcoming .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399791/ Dead for the last time, Im gonna fly even with broken wings.No ones going to break me down.I am crow.Beaten down, murdered again Im in pure ressurrection, and Ill never stop, I am crow and Ill never die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399788/ You've been beaten praying for a tomarrow to look forward to.Prayers slip through fingers so quickly. Trust me when I say its ok.Life slips away.Don't break.Crying for something to come back when you build your own wonderland.Crying(this seems to be the impossable).Another dream when you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399784/ This endless night lives deep within me as your reflection is the light of the moon. why am I here why can't I be with you, the light of the moon. Why am I here with a hopeless weep, your love for me could heal this all. Tonight I see you in the night sky, the stars, and within the moon.Why is it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399783/ I am crow, if so why can't I fly with my flock? Why am I left behind?Breed of the flock, but left so far apart.The feel of fog on my skin to ease the pain.My only companion left is the Autum wind and the fog upon the night.I had to watch them go, so now I walk this path alone. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399781/ My dear Alice licking her own skin, bair naked on her thrown of smoke and shroom. "Lick me! Kiss me!" she screams, "Eat me! drink me!" she whispers. Licking her own skin so trippy.She lites quick and burns as long as I want as she waits for my lips to touch her.I don't love h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/cmiller992/399779/