Hither cometh the night, Encompass mine soul, Mine weakness, mine might, Mine story untold. Enshroud me in peace, So that Thy shalt be free, Deception decease, Purify me. Hither cometh the one, He bringeth His fire, Fallen morning sun, Mine glory, mine sire. Betrayers he repelleth, Whom cast Him from above, Whom killeth His people,… Continue reading Despair of Babylonia
Author: rottenangel
I'm a quiet little being and I mostly mind my own buisiness, but I occasionally venture out into the world of today to conduct an analisys. Unfortunately, every one of these have been along the lines of "Shit.".
The Knickers Poem
This isn’t very dark, but i think we all need a laugh now and then, and if it isn’t laughing with me, then it should be at me, so here goes. Waiting at the bus stop, Sticking out my hand, Those stupid bastards got here first, And now I have to stand. I give a… Continue reading The Knickers Poem
…xX ?! tHe SkArS !? Xx…/
This life is fairly useless, To an imbeceile like me, I’m a waste of space upon your precious Earth.
Lost
Here I’m lost, In your eyes, “Drink of me And live forever.”
I hate you
A world without you is a world without pain, Never having to see your face grinning again, All the times I have tried levelling with you, You ruined my life, shat and spat on it too.
My Dark Angel
Darkangel, your beauty is clear, Unlike our old master’s and all we see here, Darkangel, you only I want, For God is a slave driver and jesus a cunt..
Origin.
How did we get here? Why are we here? Is there a god? Is there anything? There has to be – it is in our insinct to believe in something. We are insignificant, I don’t know. I don’t believe the theory that God created the world from swirling mist. I do believe that in some… Continue reading Origin.
Brushed Away
When you are a young child, people expect you to be happy and unsensible so that you can be told off, or to not understand the majority of things, so that they can look down on you and explain to you, the silly little thing you are, so that you can always think of them… Continue reading Brushed Away
To
To the shining star in the blackened sky, To anyone near me, hear my cry, I need to feel the need to live, Before I have no more to give,