(this goes in the vampire section) It could have been mistaken as a lush forest thick with mist that clung even to the tiniest pine needle; the gray that hung about the city clouding it so, was merely another one of it’s dark storms. The sky was old and heavy with rain. When the clouds… Continue reading The Drug, Kingdom of Pain
Author: ChildofDeath
A little gothic girl going to a boarding school.
Childhood Memories, Kingdom of Pain
(this goes in the erotica section) The bed was huge. It’s black silken sheets slick as ice and shimmering in the dim candle like light. As a small girl with waste long black hair jumped onto the bed, footsteps could be heard outside. A gorilla sized hand pounded the door. Squealing could be heard and… Continue reading Childhood Memories, Kingdom of Pain
Childhood Memories, Kingdom of Pain
The bed was huge. It’s black silken sheets slick as ice and shimmering in the dim candle like light. As a small girl with waste long black hair jumped onto the bed, footsteps could be heard outside. A garilla sized hand pounded the door. Squealing could be heard and loud slap echoed down the corridor… Continue reading Childhood Memories, Kingdom of Pain
Dead and Buried (poetry)
When my chin just won’t come up And my eyes just will not rise I know my life is going down My soul is making silent cries
Caged Bird (poetry)
I’m falling off my perch Eyes are closed against the sight My talons loosing strength Will my wings surrender to the plight
Not Enough Love
Who one falls in love with has a lot to do with particularities in their natures. Sometimes you’ll find that there are people who are drawn to the dark, a person who has a dangerous persona. Then you’ve got those people who lust for innocence in vain and pick out an angel of a creature,… Continue reading Not Enough Love
Cigarette
Delicate fingers hold a cigarette As pale as her skin And the smoke is drawn in Lips tinted blood red The girl taps the small cylinder
She of the Past
She was the kind of girl you couldn’t tame. Her parents went balistic at their attempts to control her. Their demands to reduce the volume of her music wated, Even threats of pain if she didn’t take that mascara off were futile.
Forbidden Sight
I wonder if I could see her again Stare into her brown eyes one more time Remember how it used to be So I can forget, or know
Catching a Fiend
She sold her soul to the Devil, So that she could have one kiss.