(death topic) Blood daisies: The blood still flows, still grows… Berlin,1945 He sat there, in this abandoned building, merely waiting to die. He felt the enemy close, felt death approaching slowly wanting to consume his last harsh breath. The blackened sky had fallen. In this deserted yet faltering night, all that could be heard was… Continue reading Blood Daisies:The blood still flows, still grows
Author: die Krähe
I am darkness incarnated.I am but a Crow, flying above desolated lands, in search of what only exists in the realm of the forsaken...Ich bin Aine die Hexe, A solitaire Witch...
Your vision of me
(darkness) I am the whore you breathe, I am the whore that breeds, I am the whore you want to thread to pieces. I am the whore you’ll eat, you’ll want, you’ll get… I want to live, I want to love, I want to fuck my way through life. All this emotion sickness, I will… Continue reading Your vision of me
little short and useless statement
(Darkness or gothic topic, if both, all the better) ce n’est pas l’habillement qui fait la personne mais la personne qui fait l’habillement… (It’s not the clothing that determins the person yet the person that determins the clothing) all these posts about being goth, posers, what is being goth about, not wearing happy clothing, etc… Continue reading little short and useless statement
HexenBlut
Alone in a world that subconsciously drifts towards the nothingness of light. Bitter are the days spent trying to find the answers that lie right under our nose. Travelled through, travelled past the hopes we had come to expect. I’m not leaking, I’m only bleeding from all this ignorance that surrounds me. I’m not any… Continue reading HexenBlut
The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
Salvation comes not under many forms and somehow the arrogance shown to me was the arrogance that will make me ravage all those who face me without grief. Kiss of death has never been within me as death is but another excuse to let go, to give up. Some have pointed me out, calling me… Continue reading The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
Words that have been spoken have been the spears that came back To tear me apart as my intentions were not those perceived Somehow those who knew me to be white never knew that I was black And for this misery that I created I shall vanish into what never had been received Misunderstood, propaganda… Continue reading The Agony I brought upon Myself and Others
never submissive
If I were to follow the linear pathways I’d be far along my own shallow death Yet I’ve been mistaken for something that sways Who knows where truth in I lies, what breath Creates redemption and within which world
Intoxicated
The mind games you play are the mind games I invent for my own pleasurable pain. Created out of fear of losing you when knowingly, there’s nothing to lose. Blissful as your tasted conquered me whole; slave of your body, your eyes, your lips, your lust…of you. What am I if not a puppet of… Continue reading Intoxicated
Thoughts that haunted my lust
I sit here trying to understand this unearth wanting that seems to prevail oh so indefinitely in my mind. Desire with such richness to it that it makes me want to proclaim all the things I never truly believed in. And if consciousness is subtle then I suppose my subconscious is slowly digging its way… Continue reading Thoughts that haunted my lust
Vocation
Breathing the air that began as nothing. Beyond my dreams I can still the sound of the skies falling. The shots to my failure and the failure to my shots, you were always there. And the crow sings to me every night as I lay here wondering where time goes when it’s not with us.… Continue reading Vocation