shadowedwintersun

Step up onto the platform, It's your time, To be sold like a slave, Into an unforgiving world. You can cry as loud as you want, You can kick and scream, I beg you, Please do. It's the thrill of the chase, The gloating of the taking, Taking something that is not theirs. Step into the light, Let's feast upon your naked body, Step into the light, So I can cover up your scars, Where you have been whipped, Let me put tar in them, It's a pleasure to hear you scream. I can hear the sound of smacking, It brings joy to my ears, The sound of flesh on flesh, Screaming and crying. I watch these girls come, Day and in day out, Each

He runs off the train, Daddy is waiting behind him, To return him to his loving mummy. Daddy looks out the window, Sadden by the view. Knowing it will be while before they meet again. As the train begins to speed away, The little boy keeps waving to his daddy, He is torn between, His daddy going away, And his mummy pulling him to leave.

I would let the blood drip down my hands if it would make you happy. Make you proud to say I hate you. Make you a smart ass to say fuck you, you're a bitch, you're nothing. Pity none of that happens when I'm with you. I'm like the dust on your shoes, only recognizable when you need to clean it off. I stay because I care; I stay because you like to feel needed, to feel loved. When I sit here waiting for your call, I wish you could feel this. I wish you could feel the pain as the blade runs across my vibrant skin, I wish you could recognize words of hatred that are pouring into my head, it's like they are all connected to you in a link of self

Why is it that the innocents always get hurt? Why is it that we cannot and will not be friends with people who are different than us? Look around you, there are so many people that go on looks and what the other person's colour is, not realising that a person is underneath all that. The real person is only to be judged when people actually know them. Not by what impressions they have got. Not by what images they see, but by the real person, someone that is pure and true. When will people realise that looks and colour are not everything to a person? Chapter 1- only chapter- chapter outline. Nate was always the one that got bullied, he was al