
I Want To Set The World On FireI Want To Set The World On FireI Want To Set The World On Fire by ~von19
I want to watch it all blaze in fiery glory and know it was my hand that
created the spark.
Cinders and smoldering bodies washed away in phoenix ashes.
Cascading into the sky in a maelstrom of panicked cries.
I love you.
But do you love me?
I'm having a hard time deciphering these riddles, they leave me empty inside.
Is this desolation normal?
Barren cities and body bags: casualties of love.
Don't deny it. We all try to, but it is as much fate as deniability.
Your ribcage is open, be careful or you heart may flutter out.
All tempo and loose melodies. Sing to me.
As I have sung to you.
Of desolate

Heroes Eventually DieAll around us lay the tattered and bloody bodies of the people closest to him. "It's okay," I whispered as I cradled his limp body in my arms.Heroes Eventually Die by ~von19
"This was bound to happen, there was nothing you could do, it was only a matter of time…" He seemed to be dazed, locked in a trance, another world... completely separate from reality. But really, who wouldn't be?
I wouldn't be surprised if he died in my arms from the trauma, but he wouldn't, I made sure he wouldn't. I refuse to let him come this far and die because of his own insufferable emotions. My shoulder was wet from the tears he'd shed, I couldn't see the look on his fa

Into the AbyssThe last thing I like my victims to see is me severing their soul from their body, it pleases me to no extent to know I was the last thing they saw!Into the Abyss by ~von19
There's so much joy in it!
On this particular night I was hunting with the hopes of doing just that, hopefully I come upon him before those Pestilence bastards. Chicago was my territory and I had no intention of sharing, everyone else can fuck themselves.
As I sat atop the garbage can I pulled the photo from my jeans pocket and studied it, on it was a fat, balding white guy. He probably didn't have much to live for looking like that.
I laughed.
I was in the 'bad' part of

Broken GlassI have been branded a terrorist by the Chicago Public Schools. I'm a danger to myself and everyone around me and I probably should be psychologically evaluated. But honestly, it's not my fault; I blame it on bad luck… horrible horrible bad luck. Burn a few schools down and suddenly your public enemy number one. Who would have guessed? So while everyone was exploring my new high school for freshman orientation I was in the principal's office accompanied by two counselors whose eyes bore into my skull like lasers.Broken Glass by ~von19
My nerves went South a long time ago and I desperately wanted to get the hell out of here before I died from boredom or a
Instructions for the free eBookWell, it's done, "The Kentauride" is now available for sale and will be offered for zero dollars over the weekend.Instructions for the free eBook by *914four
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ProphetI saw God once.Prophet by ~MariaTala
Left wandering for forty days
in the famine of my soul
my lungs gathered dust.
Inside a leper's cave I stumbled,
a mouth filled with crows
and His image, it persisted
in the crown of my eyes,
in the brightly
burning bush.
I trembled when He spoke --
boom of thunder and wine.
My heart ached, my body wept.
Love is a selfish creature.
I think of my wife's hands.
I dreamt of manna
and a blind turn
from the spring.
He marked me
amidst locusts and cicadas
lightning struck a rock
that spurt honey.
He made me feel
laughter in my fasting.
He turned to me
made me see
a shepherd's hook
and two branches on top,
an x on the grav