This poem embodies my writing ethic. I can only write when I'm really depressed. I feel a certain surge of inspiration when I'm depressed. When I don't feel that surge of depressing inspiration, I can't write a word.
I find bliss in Agony,
I find peace in pain,
Is my mind so sick and twisted?
Or is this chaotic world to blame?
I don't yearn for happiness,
I don't hope for joy,
I wish only for tragedy,
And the pain it employs.
A Novel I have been writing for a while.This is only the intro and I promise the grammar,vocabulary and everything else gets better in the next one.
Are we sinners not worth salvation?
"There's Always hope, You just gotta know where to look for it."
Jack met her when he had lost all hope and had no reason to live anymore. Over time, she became that reason. While most Stories like this end happily, this one-Unfortunately for Jack- Doesn't.
For all the deep thinkers, insomniacs and introverts.
Chapter 2 of the previously published story.
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