I want To hear what you think; What your depraved mind has to offer To know how low can you drown my purity How can you shine as A star of illness on the sky And you covered my horizon with your vomit, What did you eat lately? Yogurt and pickles? A nauseous combination Distasteful… Continue reading Revange topics: horror, death
Tag: birds
Love Birds Coo
She walks alone and sees herself in a pool of blood Her clothes tattered and covered with mud She feels the guilt she tries to shun As she looks at her hands and sees the remains of what she’s done As her guilt eats away at her and cuts her to the quick She starts… Continue reading Love Birds Coo
To Sydney with love.
You came into our lives like a bombshell. One second it’s a lovely spring morning with birds chriping, and the next everythings upside down and you have to scoop yourself off the ground. I was so afraid when I first learned you were coming. I was terrified, after all what kind of mentor could I… Continue reading To Sydney with love.
Nature of Things
I see your eyes withering as you take your last breath. Sadness overcomes me, embracing you, chest to chest. The tears flow freely, my Love is soon to Die. And all I can think, and wonder, and ponder,…is why? What made these trees, what made these birds, What gave us Life, and brings us Death?… Continue reading Nature of Things
Ice Queen
Hidding behind the black curtain Your white dress is so perfect Looking out the window In the dusk and the night starts to fall
Prince Cambell
They said he was a just a child, a sweet faced, angelic child. Nothing was different about him, and everything would be perfect. When they looked at his white golden curls they crooned, and those daunting blue eyes made them stop and stare smiling at him. They pinched his cheeks and called him a sweet… Continue reading Prince Cambell
i play guitar
i play guitar and sometimes i find loneliness hard so i go on a trip and my bed is a ship where i stay eternally i don’t know
Crête-1941
The sun was rising as our 52’s were arriving Rays of light were illuminating the birds of steal And as soldiers will walk, we flew above the baring Sea that opened us the way to a newer deal
Shallow Grave
no reason is necessary, there never is. Sat in a graveyard i wondered is there any point of living? Birth is not the beginning of life it is the beginning of death slow as it may be but for all we know death could be breathing down our necks.
madgod
Why write only when tormented? Does not joy have worth? Often forgetting whats lamented…