Ready?

She bit her nails Brimming with vexation As the clock stroked twelve The defining moment had come to pass Was she still a girl Or a woman, at last She picked up the stick and read the clear words Still feeling like a girl Although in nine months time She was going to bring life…

Anxiety

Raining upon them terror Pouring onto them pain Festering on their conflicted mind Infecting you with doubt Diseasing you with worry You twisted your face towards her depravity So, look into her abyss And get lost in her emptiness She is a void Chasing away your dreams Reaping upon you nightmares