Do you know how it feels to be completely disregarded as another's beloved? To be told one thing and another to be told to the next friend over?
Do you know how it feels to lose and be broken, but to never stay broken? Do you know how it feels to have your bones snapped back into place after Every. Single. Fall.
Do you know how it feels... to know... that no matter how far you've come... when you wake up in the morning... you will still be without the one thing you desire most?
This is the life of a tormented soul. This is the expression of my genius.
And you, my love, are the reason I can never rest.
About the Creator
~Awakened~
I'm just an artist trying to express myself in any way that feels comfortable. Try not to cringe too hard as you embark on a fruitless journey through my old works that I post here sometimes.
- Zap Aura
Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.
Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed. You could also pledge your support or give them a one-off tip, letting them know you appreciate their work.
Keep reading
More stories from ~Awakened~ and writers in Poets and other communities.
Masquerade Party
At six feet seven inches tall and approximately two hundred fifty pounds, Samael presented an imposing figure when he walked into a room. His physical stature may be impressive, but his demeanor is the opposite. The shy, some might say, reclusive personality that he developed as a young boy followed him into manhood. His favorite job was crunching numbers in a quiet one man back office of a fiduciary firm. He was always polite, greeting his fellow workers with a “good morning” or “good afternoon” as he walked to the back of the office where his little hideaway was located, but never tried to engage in conversations.
By Mark Gagnon3 days ago in Horror
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.