Silent Whispers

The fire flickered, as the drops of rain peppered the ground like bullets. The thunder rolls, and the darkness strikes, the poison trickling throughout the valley. Blood slithers down my hands, gathering upon my finger tips and dripping into small puddles beneath my body upon the cold, ashen floor. Silence follows, my bare flesh exposed to the flesh-ripping, bone-crushing jaws of the haunted caverns of hell. To me, these shadowed depths are my home, my lust, and my erotic passion, pouring from my soul into the powerful hollows. Kill me, slay me, butcher me, slaughter me, but I shall rise above this hatefullness and pain, and murder you with your own lies. The trust is gone, betrayel has returned, my life is a misery, you have torn me into halves and ripped my pathetic, sickly soul into pieces. Save me from this cold, lonely world, please, before the storm takes over and turns me into something else, something different...i'm lost in this world of nothingness, how could I ever re-build myself again?