Zhee

I am just somone who loves to write... mesmerized by the darkness of the human mind...

~my thoughts are stained with that blood....
....my dreams are born from those wounds...~
Zhee

~bruised and raw
the crippled pleads,
fill your cup-
the angel bleeds...~
Zhee

~i have enough evil in me - to make the devil feel ashamed..~ Zhee

~in the cradle of fractured beliefs - dreams are slaughtered before they're born...~ Zhee

Zhee's Works

Short Story

2004-10-18

THE DEATH OF HOPE(for meatgrinderman)

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