Into the Dark Abyss

By Lillith Pandora

Imagine the darkest, most evil, and empty places of the mind and soul that can be reached, then imagine yourself on this dark journey . . . Follow me, if you will, to see just how dark the abyss really is . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Aug 30, 2013
• ISBN: 9781490707105

Lillith Pandora

Lillith Pandora is fifty years old. She was born in Anchorage, Alaska, and now calls Freehold, New Jersey, home. She has been writing since the age of eight and has had several pieces published in the horror magazine Arcanum Axiom.

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Blood Tears

By LillithPandora

She stands alone looking through her window at a world so cold, she begins to cry her tears are hot and thick as tears flow heavily now she sees that her tears are blood. But why cry tears of blood you ask..? She cries for all the intolerance, the inhumanity, the ignorance to one another…the list goes on and on, thus now I shall show you her pain and her torrment.

Tears of Pain…..

Tears of Hatred…..

Blood Tears from her Soul…..

She sees the little child who suffers at the hands of perversion and neglect…bruised and beaten, the unwanted babies who had no choice in being here, yet they are all discarded like yesterday’s newspaper…dumped in the trash or left to survive a painful life….thus her tears start to flow as of rivers.

Tears of Pain…

Tears of abandonment…

Tears of Torment….

Blood now flows freely from her heart as well, the hatred of brother and sister, father against son, of family feuds that led to long standing deaths for generations and for what or why none can recall the reason for it all so old and long forgotten, the violence and hate for a simple thing as your skin, your weight, your hair …and they hate for no other reason than you are different you don’t look like the rest, then a wrong glance or a wrong word overheard starts the fighting and violence…thus bloodshed begins.

Tears of Pain…

Tears of Violence…

Tears of Hatred….

Blood Tears of her Essence…

The hungry and starving all over the world, the cries of empty bellies, sickness and homelessness has begun to spread. Some do have it well while they watch the masses dwindle away before their sight, still no matter how hard you try none can turn a blind eye to whats before them. They can’t wish it away, blink it gone, or close a blind eye to it.

Tears of Pain…

Tears of Hunger….

Tears of Loneliness…

Blood Tears of her Body….

Cities and countries, diplomats and politicians, peacekeepers and warheads alike, all scheming and planning, lying and deceiving to all those around them…fighting, bombing, killing all targets in their wake, the innocent along with the evil and bad all are targets now….babies crying in the streets, children carrying guns…fighting in wars created by those in charge, blood runs the streets while cries of the dying or of those who have lost fill the air.

Tears of Pain…

Tears of blood filled streets….

Tears of hate filled of hate-filled men…

Blood tears she sheds for all these reasons….

Devastation and annihailation are all the she sees in this world, now her tears begin to flow as waterfalls from her eyes and her heart and soul are empty… she has shed her life’s blood in the form of tears…tears that she cries for all those who cannot cry out for themselves… Then comes the time when all the tears of red blood cannot heal the wounds that society has created, her tears can only help cleanse the soul and free the pain held so deep within her mind body and soul and all those who suffer needlessly and are forgotten.

Tears of Pain…

Tears of Red that flow so Free…

Tears of Blood she cries for Thee…

Tears of Blood flow to cleanse her Soul…

Tears of Blood she cried for Thee…

Blood Tears from her heart and soul…

Blood Tears for all Innocents and Victims…

Blood Tears….

Forever to Flow Red…?

Bloodlines of the Reapers

by Lillith Pandora (Notes) on Saturday, January 26, 2013 at 9:24pm

Blood lines run deep, from centuries old myths to the religious denials of our dark existance, thus my bloodline is cursed and forever lost. So dark and alone I see these sights of desperation and hear the calls from those who wish to leave their lost existance…is this a dream, is it a destiny that must be carried on?…

No light, No love, No absolution, No denials….

The Bloodlines course in my veins….

Nothing can save me now…

Inherited from long lost and long forgotten generations I feel the darkness and hear the cries of all those who desire to part with their pain or their evil and wicked ways that all sooner or later give in too. Thus this curse it eats away at me slowly starting from within.

No light, No love, No absolution, No denials….

The Bloodlines course within my veins….

Nothing can save me from the dreams….

Blood once red with life now begins to turn black and thick the change it brings burns from within, bones grow and break into a new form teeth fall away to be replaced with strong sharp and deadly razors, eyes that once heals memories and light now glow the color of blood and can only sense the lost and hopeless.

No light, No love, No absolution, No denials….

The Bloodlines have begun the take over…

Nothing can change me now….

Memories now of lost generations, forgotten lineages of darkness and death now shown to me in my mind, scenes of the lost and damned for generations the lust for the souls that the forefathers take screams deep from within these scenes that have been shown to me now awaken me for there is no choice this is family…like it or not destiny cannot be forsaken…

No light, No love, No absolution, No refusals….

The transformation has begun…

Nothing can stop it now nor do I wish it….

A poisoned heart, blood turned black and cold, soul long ago forsaken by generations old bargains and deals, the call of death passed on to me…Stealer of Souls, Reapers of Death, Taker of Lives…they all mean one thing…when you call out that you cannot take anymore there and then shall I rise to do my calling…

No light, No love, No absolution, No forgiveness…

Stealer of souls, Reaper of death….

You called within the dark, I heard and appeared before you….

The air is alive with the calls of the lost and damned who cry out to be done with their pitiful excuses for lives, or those cries of them who simply have given up…these souls just scream to be taken and the smell of those lost and forsaken souls awakens a blood lust within…their cries of forgiveness and redemption are strong …

No light, No love, No absolution, No redemption…

Forgiveness none shall receive, Redemption none deserve…

One gentle touch and all is over…

Thus the