“That’s me you see who’s doubled over, in the mud and wrought with pain. Trust me though this is unlike, anything a one could feign.
Author: Azurael
Enjoys:
Razor blades
Cat 'o' Nines
Roses
Poetry
Dispair
Self-Destruction
Her Fortress Night
As the sun may rise and set, And light the land so bright. Strength is that which cannot be, Present in the light.
Razor Winged Angel (Part II)
The mortal temptation of which I speak, who shall be named Arlene, is one such person who thrust’s these jests to others, to guard her spirit and cleanse her mind. Tears run from her eyes and began to chip away the carefully laden mascara.
Leviathan (ver.1)
Never the load upon my back, does carry quite a weight. From sun up the stones are bore, until the hours’ late.
Dark Heart
Only shall they know, Of the hurricane of my soul. Brimstone deep shall burn my bones, And tear the love from my heart.
Forbidden Nightmares
Late when the moon is high, and my mind is at ease….. The eyes of my soul peer deep, far into the pits of fear. Sunken deep into my bed of silk, under the light of the high night’s sun… does the sweat form on my brow, as within my spirit a war does rage.… Continue reading Forbidden Nightmares
When the Wings of Angels Tatter
“Within our ranks I shall support you, and watch your blind spots well. Even the forgotten must know that their heretical angel will stand aside them, with eyes of crimson and nails of glass…” When your wings tatter, as you fall from the sky, and the new day’s sun breaketh your skin… And your blood… Continue reading When the Wings of Angels Tatter
The Guiding Light That Failed
“For I was in a far off place, but you knew I’d return… I left you with merely a gift, and a kiss, but it was obviously not enough. Not enough…” You were my beacon, my only light home… I knew I had love, where ever it shone. Separated by hills, and miles afar, yet… Continue reading The Guiding Light That Failed
Short Tort (Unfinished)
“…sometime the unfinished works are the worst appetizers for the better novels….” Through the tombstones I shall creep, and glare with crimson eyes. In points puddles, my nails shall steep, and shroud my heart with lies. Flesh has rend and fallen down, I drag it where I stride. The smell of rot upon my crown,… Continue reading Short Tort (Unfinished)
Agony Rebuilt
On nights as warm as this, I lay back on the hood of my car and simply stare at the stars. The only guiding lights in my life that have been there for me all these years.