Where is the little girl that was lost no one can find her or maybe no one cares at all. I know she is cold and afraid from being lost for so long maybe she will find here way home to a home where she is safe and not alone.

There once lived a girl who hated her own father so much so her heart was consumed by by poison. She was her soul was shattered and full of broken glass and ho how she wish for her dark prince to come to her aid. But still she sits alone in her dark hiding place waiting in the lone shadows while darkness consumes her all of her.

Hell is very real it is all around us beautiful but evil. It's names is Life with her cold beating embers of suffering I know her true nature for she is like the sea mellow one minute and raging the very next. It is a wonder how can anyone withstand her shifting nature.

The rain which poured out from the sky above are frozen tear drops of sorrow filled angels.These tears fell from above and landed on the earth like clear glitter like gems for the one's who died young or good. Graves Stones are markers for all the one's who have gone away when death took their last breath. A grave is not grave and a stone is not a stone but a place where we rest and lay. We lay all things not done or said which will come to be never created or done.

Sometimes we create our own madness and inner hell.But sometimes others make one for us.A place where our hearts rust away until there is nothing left except for scraps. Inner madness is nightmarish and twisted.