Only shall they know, Of the hurricane of my soul. Brimstone deep shall burn my bones, And tear the love from my heart.
Rape my vulnerable disillusioned state again, Disclose your obvious intentions and carry out this precarious performance, Your instinctive seduction elapses with perpetual insufficiencies of conscience and compassion, The friction of the your heated caress lingers as my tolerance is compromised
I’ve tried to open up, To tell you how I feel But you think I’m only pretending. You don’t believe it’s real
Why can’t I kill myself?? Why do I get scared? I want to do it, but I have such a conscience…I thought I had enough prowess to do it…but I am weak. Sometimes I think maybe if I just hurt myself enough not to die, but make it applicable enough to put me in the… Continue reading Why can’t I just do it??
She came to me again… this time with pale porcelin skin and ebon hair. I don’t know how she finds me, but she always does. I wonder sometimes if I’m the only one worthy of her affections, or if there are others. Hmph, that’s ego talking. Of course there are others… Maybe. The first time… Continue reading “Muse”
Lonely. The one word I would choose to describe vampirism. Most might choose the word “dead.” For this is what usually comes to mind. But dead we are not. In fact, we are quite undead.
Dedicated to Ray-Even though he is no longer with us, he still lives in our hearts.