Recent content by Tormentedskye

There is silence in this house. Where anger hangs thick in the air. Every line designed by an impossible mind, And on a weak foundation. Behind every door lies resentment. Trust cracks under pressure, And the door bell is never pressed. Home is where the hell is. An imposing fortress of...

Comments? Roses are asleep, and the violets have lied. I'm green with envy, and your red by my side. Guns are cold, and knives feel no remorse, Throats turn purple, with the right amount of force. Betrayal is hard, revenge is empty. But a lie is a lie, and evil is tempting. Eyes are closed, and...