i cant take this anymore she says as the blood trickles down her body, it washes away the pain sucked deep inside of her whispers calling her name beckoning for her to jump jump into the darkness of the black sea below her its as black as that suit u ware to her funeral still… Continue reading black sea
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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
The Field (Part 1)
My crow black hair flew weightless in the wind as I stood in the middle of that field… oh, that field. So many vivid memories. So many hours with him. Too much to keep locked inside of my fleshy coffin… Midnight. I didn’t remember the date. I never knew the time or the date or… Continue reading The Field (Part 1)
In The Streets
poetic You layed out my coffin that day Praise the lie While the ringing continued Help strenghthen this vile Yes the streets are dead Everyday I walked through this crowd Everyday I cried And since when did you care? Only when it replied And now in the streets you fly Among the crowd I died… Continue reading In The Streets
Guardian Angel
I killed the angel that protected me… I drank the blood from my angel’s neck… I’ve damned myself… The room was silent… and cold… Dark….. I stood there…. Over my angel…. The one that God assigned to me…. Now dead… My angel’s blood….. Stained on my teeth and body…… The taste of her blood… Still… Continue reading Guardian Angel
Diffrent
I’m Diffrent. I’m not like you. I hate all off you. All you mother fuckers So pround of your innocince. I’m Forever liveing, Forever Suffering. Wanting to leave. But no way out.
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there once was a boy, so treasured and loved..that everybody wished they could be just like him..but no body knew just how much he cried..for all his pain was locked up inside, scars on his arms, bruises on his heart..all because of what you did. you thought he was different..you tried to change him, you… Continue reading +—+
This Perfect Moment; Live & Let Live
It’s cold again; another day spent shivering and holding my body trying to find warmth. One more cold day and I will surrender. I will lay down in the snow and let it bury me in an ice coffin. I cannot survive in these dire temperatures.
Time Enough For Beauty Sleep
:thump: I don’t wannna wake up…I’m having this great dream where the singer/guitarist of my favorite band is making love to me… :thump: Damnit, I’m gonna kill whoever’s making that noise, and robbing me of my beauty sleep…
The Angel’s Burial
There was a time when time was nothing There was a time when angels lived A time where all good was alive and beautiful But the rose killed it with its tear