http://slow.writerscafe.org/Harlot26 The original writings of author Cal Liar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776290092 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 You know how I got these scars?From the tendrils of my despairFrom the lies ofthe angry onesFrom the pain of the broken oneHow I got these Scars?In sights it's seen but the broken one has it out for meIt knows My lifeIt knows My nameIt holds my secretsAnd It sli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1703130/ Twelve sleepless nightsFourteen voices saying not to goRolling out Pain filled sauntering Eighteen window panes broken With glass tied to my legs and shards caressing my neckThey follow me and the it was heardVery faintlyCrackMy skin boiled Faces jeered Horns enveloped my frail.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1703128/ The ringing The endless ringing The torment The devilish torment That teases my hopeThat destroys my faith And that kills my want But when clam it soothes It cues The ringing Ringing that haunts Ringing that flaunts it's satire existence It burns my .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1703127/ The vacancy has been filled By the eyes of creed Eyes that have died Eyes that have cried And it's dead It's long forgotten dread has plagued the purity that be from usThe life we craveThe life we killAnd the stupid and bull-headed riseWhile existence fades Burnt with the kingd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1703126/ I am a scathed emblem of sovereignty A battered muse for hateFor I have killed I've murdered the simple minds of pretentious liarsDraining the vile ambitions from their veinsAnd severing their blackened hearts from their perverted brainsI've screeched the names of the blasphemes Co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1594375/ It’s not that I didn’t think; it’s that I did. And it was that thought that shattered my team and left us here to rot. Ungrateful people passed us. They watched us die and they take it for granted. The color red. I plead for food; they walked faster. I asked for money; they spat o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1593148/ A red stained heart bleeds for the affection to mend the wound http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1593146/ Cyanide. It burns up your flesh. Corroding, eating away at your very being. It entices you into agonizing pain. Boiling and bubbling beneath the surface, until �" pop! �" you spill. That’s what it’s like. Watching these…things… rejoice. Their laug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1593138/ Pain is my mistress and joy is my bane, so I say unto the till death do us part... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Harlot26/1593135/