Can you hear the angels cry Watching people Watch them die Cry to heaven No reply Why is this a surprise? Screaming crying in a crowd No one turns and no one frowns Watching waiting no reply I guess I’ll have to wait until I die… Fallen broken here I stand Most is tasteless All… Continue reading Can you hear the angels cry?
God, you were perfect. It was as if Aphrodite herself had taken her pure life-force, and transmuted it into a monolith of marble and with tools of gold and ivory, she fashioned it into your form. Let me try to descibe the first moment we touched. It was as if we were dry, dead leaves,… Continue reading Natalie
poetic Carpet their faces Blanket their words The shadow shrowds the world Anarchy spreading under the arms of angels Their wings no longer present Epoch, drenching, whore governing the world Curses lightly said, prayers dead, lost for years Cries echoing off the walls of humanity
Once upon a time Starred skies cried Bloody tears that stained the clouds Winds mourned Whispering forth the doom that had been brought Shadows mocked Banishing light Forcing it into corners ‘Till it just gave up Coldness took over Snow fell Yet it seemed to be only her wings Fading Blown apart Angels made way… Continue reading Euphoria
Misery is how I feel Sometimes it’s too real. I saw death & laugh in it’s face But I know it’ll end my fate. When angels stop dancing around It’s because it’s coming now. Death isn’t eveil or good It’s just doing what it should. When it lost me,it got pisst off But that to… Continue reading My suicide misery
i choose the road you wouldnt seek, the life of pain the right to speak i made the life you wouldnt dare to fly up so high with angels so fair your eyes they close block out the scene the waters so blue and grasses so green i made a life made up my mind… Continue reading Choice
there is so much more than what others see another world within this reality a place where most mortals choose not to tred a place of unending dred where only the most horrid of fanstacies comes true this place is only for us sickend few tainted and twisted is this place breaking the rules of… Continue reading Incomplete (poem)
This is a world of greed and corruption, evil roams in discuise as society, and the blood of martyrs has been forgotten, this is a world where demons feast upon the decadence of mankind, and angels weep for your souls, in this place survival is second to none, and ethics has no place in your… Continue reading This Is A World Of…
Chapter One… “Who do you think we are? Are we like flowers? Pretty once, yet obvious to fade? Are we like animals, beasts of burden? What? Are we merely God’s little servents, and the angels are the caretakers? What?” said Mr. Donoven, moving to the back of the class, the poetry book in hand. “That… Continue reading The Fallen…
I heard you calling out my name last night. Was it in anger or was it in pain? I know it sounds like desparation, But it feels like an addiciton I cant get you out of my world.