(Poetic) The sweet scent of longing lingers on your skin as I run my fingers up your biceps, intricately placing my hands at your shoulders. With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist. Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll, with my… Continue reading Ragdoll
Author: *Methane*
Basically, I am in love with music, mostly consisting of punk, alternative, and classic rock. Hah, I don't really know what else to put, maybe it's because I'm far too ordinary.
Cultic Deceptions
Syn walked through the pet cematary, or so the townspeople called it, to the desolate flower shop that had been abandoned many years ago. Stories claimed that there were haunts and casted away spirits dwelling in the quaint building. But that wasn’t why she was there. Her light, strawberry kissed hair fell in her face… Continue reading Cultic Deceptions
In Dreams (poetic)
In dreams you taste the cocaine rain, and frolick through opium fields. If you look up high into the light heroin sky, it all seems endless, so real. Eat the precious marijuana fruit, ripe and sweet like always. Let it sink it, take it all in. In dreams be happy and carefree. Skip these meth… Continue reading In Dreams (poetic)