Her hair blew in the wind as I held her hands in mine, I stared deep into her eyes, I promised, I will come back. I gently brushed a strand away from her face,
Some Wounds Never Heal…
He walked on, north. The air had gotten colder and colder as he went further north and now it had begun to snow. He ran a gloved hand across his face
I Took Her on a Date to Hell!
I had tables booked for two, But at the gate a demon said, Sir wait the guests are not yet through!
She looked at me askance then said, “So this is where you have brought me!”
The last day: A few moments from the life of a dying man
The room was lit brightly. Blinding lights focused on a shiny white stage. A gleaming black desk stood right in the middle of it all. Everything shined obscenely. Everything seemed to be waiting with bated breath for something.