every night my knife’s in my fist when i bleed it moves to my wrist every night i try and try thinking maybe i will die i always stop because im afraid to see the blood soaked on my blade nobody suspects me of doing this because i seem like a joyful bliss but im… Continue reading name it yourself
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Remember me when im gone
“Remember Me When Im Gone” Im dying inside drifitng apart fading to this blacken bliss all i want is to say the things inside of me that will always stay they’ll be here waiting for your beckoning call waiting to hear your voice Can you save me? so ill say it to you forever.. Do… Continue reading Remember me when im gone
poem: my gothic angel
my gothic angel come take me away together in darkness well kiss my gothic angel ill see u one day for once ill feel bliss my darling vampire come hold me close dont ever say goodbye my darling vampire love me the most please don make me cry my king of darkness look in my… Continue reading poem: my gothic angel
Cheater, Cheater. Poison Eater.
(Small writing about an Ex of mine whom I hate with a passion for cheating on me, I commend his painful death.) Alone, wishing for what was once there Missing your perfect hair Remembering your emotionless eyes When we said out goodbyes You said I was just too different I said this is the way… Continue reading Cheater, Cheater. Poison Eater.
Vampire’s Kiss
Darkness wispers in my ear, You are my darkness, my love, my fear. I feel your warm breath rolling down my neck, Such sweet control you have over me. You run your fingers through my silky hair. Your icy blue eyes so cold & peircing, Your touch so warm & gentle. Make me yours for… Continue reading Vampire’s Kiss
scarred
scarred to bled thats what i saw this has all been done before feel the pain of ur bleeding vein pray this fear will go away someday
Catching a Fiend
She sold her soul to the Devil, So that she could have one kiss.
Lord of Deception
The deception had been compelete, so well done that it had not been noticed at the time through ignorance and misunderstanding. It was so easy for him to hide behind that facade and make his complex and convoluted plans for control, his control of events and the atmosphere surrounding.
a lovers arms
lying here in a lovers arms i cant imagine anything outside of this there is nothing else just this tiny cocoon, just us
Innocence Lost
The innocence of birth will be corrupted by its life. A child’s mind is theirs alone. The bliss known in childhood is tarnished by the burdens of responsibility. As the seasons come and go, so do our care-free days of the past.