Cheerful descent into extinction Smile as she writhes Twitching, no more When she was young
Author: masked darkness
i live...i am anti government, anti EVERYTHING everyone stands for...i get online...i go to school...i dream of mass murder and serial killings...wat can i say...i live life through my past ...the end
Criminal
Absurd Incoherent He jabbers and stammers Screaming of something No one shall ever be aware of
Despair
Her rosy visage draining to white The skin becoming pasty The blood drains Her essence draining with it
The Moon
Feminine pallid face with a stern jaw line With lips upturned to create her wicked smile Morbidly staring at its own frigid corpse With the starlight twinkle in the unseeing eyes
Damage
Gazing into your misty eyes Following the dewy leaves under the canopy Through my own reflection In the deep blue haze
Remembrance and Longing
Burning, quivering Staring into the junoesque Handsome face of oblivion Noticing the slight curvature In the features of her smile
Nihility
Contagion sweeping the leaves on the ground Over the grim grieving goliaths Brushing and crinkling under the wind’s weight Whoosh…and they all pass by
Remembrance and Longing
Burning, quivering Staring into the junoesque Handsome face of oblivion Noticing the slight curvature In the features of her smile As the moonlight radiates over her skin Showing crevices, indentations Around that little grin But it moves closer Steadily advancing on her guard Both women amazed at their own actions Harming no one Naïve in… Continue reading Remembrance and Longing
Us
You stare into my eyes Leading me deeper into your unending depths As our fibers combine into that intricately patterned cloth We alone create the folds Of evelasting youth Immortality’s kiss upon the supple silken cheek As his firm hand slides Slowly across the round breast We dedicate our lives to the heart of our… Continue reading Us
Love
a single leaf falls on the frozen ground silence the loudest noise to be heard deafeningly frigid wind rushing past blowing the leaves around his black cloaked body standing, waiting for something although no one knows what the tall boy with black and red hair standing alone…always alone wearing his Cradle of Filth shirt and… Continue reading Love