Winter is death
She can kill
Without a second thought
Dead deer decompose
As the winter carries on
All the animals using her
As an example that they
Could be her next victim
Winter is life
She can make things
Happen that never
Could before
Bright night lights
Shine in the sky
Bringing joy to all who looks up
And sadness to those who look down
Winter is survival
Of the fittest
In nature it
Is every one for themselves
Rabbits dash into
Leafless bushes
Eyes darting around for
He knows that the other
Animals are watching him
Waiting for when he drops dead
Winter is lot of things
It depends on how you look at her
Winter is death
She can kill
Without a second thought
Dead deer decompose
As the winter carries on
All the animals using her
As an example that they
Could be her next victim
Winter is life
She can make things
Happen that never
Could before
Bright night lights
Shine in the sky
Bringing joy to all who looks up
And sadness to those who look down
Winter is survival
Of the fittest
In nature it
Is every one for themselves
Rabbits dash into
Leafless bushes
Eyes darting around for
He knows that the other
Animals are watching him
Waiting for when he drops dead
Winter is lot of things
It depends on how you look at her
Yandere!Ren Kouha x Reader [Part 5] by slainez, literature
Literature
Yandere!Ren Kouha x Reader [Part 5]
Authors Note: Contains some dark scenes and bad language. Might end up tagging as mature content later.
When you first started to wake up, the world seemed a bit hazy. Your consciousness slowly returned to you, fading in and out a bit as you stirred. Wherever you were, it was very dark. The first thing you noticed, was that you were parched. You attempted to push yourself up, off of the surface you were laying on, but when you moved, a splitting headache started throbbing in your head. The only thing it paled in comparison to, was just how sore your body was. Every joint ached in protest as you slowly sat up, wincing and leaning against
Artistic Cybernetics 3 by InuwriterCor-976, literature
Literature
Artistic Cybernetics 3
The next day, 17 actually picks me up from my house to drive us to school—thankfully my water is back on. He had a fairly expensive looking car, but that was to be expected from one of the Gero kids. It’s an ink black car with an orange streak across the side. I don’t like the color orange but for whatever reason this color car works for him. Imagine my surprise when I see this expensive car in my driveway, the older boy behind the wheel, smiling at me as he waits for me to lock up my house and get in. As soon as I hop in, he takes off at a breakneck speed, surprising even me with his recklessness. I’m used to various