Tag Archives: Pain

GUEST POST // Nothing by Purple Creature

Darkness surrounds me,
Engulfing me… comforting me,
Befriending me.
The pain is growing,
Becoming everlasting…
It has become my new bride.
My memories are long gone and
Far away now as distant as
Alpha Centauri.
I lie here like and open wound
With puss oozing out.
Like an itch that can never be scratched.
Like a virgin who will never be able to feel the inside of a woman and explode in ecstasy…
My time has come… I am slipping away to never-never land… like a thief in the night.
Fuck you, world…
You gave me nothing
And I give you nothing back…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Oops!… We Did It Again (Immortality)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

GUEST POST // 100 Clocks by Field of thorns

My heart — has its very own heart
It’s very, very small
This very small heart
Beats louder than –
A hundred clocks upon the wall
This very small heart
Is kept under lock
Wrapped up well –
Often out of stock.

by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Woman In Black by Obsidian Visionary

I feel the pain in my head,
As rage grips my mind like a claw.
I now see with clarity the Woman in Black,
Radiant as the sun and without flaw.

Her ashen face cloaked by an exquisite veil,
Like the sun eclipses the moon.
As she beckons me closer with half a smile,
A step forward and I’m ready to swoon.

Her beautiful face turns murky with every step,
As my head throbs with a need for release.
Is it folly to continue on this treacherous path,
Or is it destiny calling in all its wrath.

I choose to move onward, pain now gripping my heart,
While the epitome of beauty casts down her impenetrable veil.
To reveal not a face of serenity,
But one ravaged to all extremity.

I try to run but the agony is far too great,
Falling to the ground, flashes of white seize my mind.
Peace engulfs me in its arms as I take my final breath,
Looking at the Woman in Black who was nothing but death.

by OBSIDIAN VISIONARY
© All rights reserved 2014