Erotica Nympthus was head of a secret underground coven, only real Vampyres could get in and not the posers, you know who I’m talking about you pulse loving bleeding bastards! Anyway, he had a part time job working nights as a local bar tender for a club called ‘Poor Richard’, he was dealin’ up some… Continue reading Nympthus
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Their Screaming
Poetic The many nights when sleep evades me And the only lullabies are hauntings of my past Like my own shadow encompassing myself Yet I continue to sit here, smoking a cigarette Pretending to those that know me Nothing is wrong, Everything is right, Everything is fair Yet I hear them crying for mercy crying… Continue reading Their Screaming
confusion to carnage in a breath
I feel like the whole world watches and stares, yet in the same breath I have the unfading feeling of invisibility. Having opposite emotions helps me, because when I’m definite on something I act, so this indecision holds me in a dazed limbo.
Crystal Meth
It concerns me how many people I’ve known that have got hooked on one type of drug or another. The really big problem is that people are missing the big picture. I’ve hung out sure. Mainly just knew people that already left the life. One person I talked to was explaining something I never heard… Continue reading Crystal Meth
Under the Moonlight
The trees swayed, the owls hooted, and the moon shined its light upon the cemetery’s ground. I stared up into the star-filled sky, so peaceful. One hand I held my equipment and a cigarette in the other. Took one puff and let it drop to the ground and smothered it with the tip of my… Continue reading Under the Moonlight
cut my string and let me loose.
is it so much to ask to die? why i am still alive? i do not know. i long for death i cave it like a cigarette.
Cigarette
Delicate fingers hold a cigarette As pale as her skin And the smoke is drawn in Lips tinted blood red The girl taps the small cylinder
Those Lingering thoughts
There it lingers, the taste on my lips. Like the smell of rain, it never leaves, even after hours.
Emotionless
The last thing he’d know is my endless desire… desire to be within his arms for an eternity and have a part of him throbbing inside me endlessly…
Fear and Loathing
As i was sitting out in the fields of the Highlands, smoking a cigarette about an hour or so after night fell, i was approached by a dark cloaked figure. She (which was obvious by her voice) stopped about 10 yards infront of me. Well me being the person that i am, said nothing to… Continue reading Fear and Loathing