darkmistressy

Glowing amber taking the surrounding, All can hear is torturess pounding.... Becoming louder not knowing where, how can this be if i am  alone, heads are splitting in one tare.... Echoes of shattering bone with haunting from despair It wont stop, till all is lost... This has become quite a scene, frozen still in a blood bath.... Hearing victims deceased screams.... Created by rageful wrath. Tormenting silence reeked in the air... As if the pounding was missed, but never had been shared. Trying to get the murdest noise back... Putting on head phones, turning up the jack. To all eyes can see, it was