http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dalamar2303 The original writings of author Murisaka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The glass shatteredblood spills in the nightit was a murderwait there was no fightthere was no struggle herejust a single shot was fired the bulled had finished its passjust as the daemon laughed now the body lies cold weeping from the mortal failure that its own mind madefrom the lies that spewedwi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dalamar2303/831311/ Chained thereCrying, weepingLooking for the one ray of hope.It never comes Trapped in a roomScreaming, yellingHoping to find the way outBut it never comesAt least Not for meBound and gagged Raped, and woundedA single tear falls Theres no hope hereNot for me Not for my mistakes Not for my past that i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dalamar2303/795584/ And when the sky becomes as grey as our soulsWe know it means our darkest of times are upon usCan the soul withstand a true test of time?Weather a path of self-denial and pitty,A long and winding road of destruction and murder?Can we forge on through the precipice of our own humanityOr are we doomed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dalamar2303/795582/ Why is love so hard to find these days?I'm not talking about sexbut a real love.The kind of love that can only be read aboutthat can only be found in our deepest of fantasies.Maybe I'm to blameI'm not lookingtryingor doing something well enough to even get a second glanceor that first passing by cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dalamar2303/781401/ There it was again.what was it?you ask mebut only politybecause thats the only way you know how to askand its the only way your voice will ever talk to me.It was a pull at the strings of my heartI tell you quietly almost whispering in your earwhile we lay in bed together. 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