This isn’t the end you invisioned. A pain such as yours not imagined. But I am the creator of eternity- Bleeding mother’s maternity. Maybe you die; Maybe I wither away. Time’s last tonight, time’s turned to day. Everything is broken with hope gone, but all of my love and pain linger on.
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UNTITLED my mind is empty, just like my heart i’m outta luv i’m outta my mind i’m empty nothing just a waste of space a watse of air a waste of flesh i’m useless no one needs me not even me do you? do they? does anybody? maybe i don’t even exist & if i… Continue reading more poems
Her mascera.
Another night staring at the ceiling he leans against the white walls with 5 bloody fingers sucking her soul away. four knuckles bashing against purity grasped by an unloved soul. with her cold hands holding his the raindrops hit the windows. as the tear drops drip slowly to the floor. Another night with the clouds… Continue reading Her mascera.
I’ve lost
I’m losing it, totally all I had was my self-control, my thoughts And one friend Now I have nothing How it happened, I’ll never know I’m just not here, people look but they don’t see me unless their looking for an outcast, a scapegoat Then I’m there, For them to mock Then I’m there, For… Continue reading I’ve lost
flickering lights
theres so manythings i’ve made up, so many things i’ve lied aboput. so many things i can never attone for. so many sins… I tilted my head staring at the ripped sheet hung on the cracked plaster wall. through the rip of the sheet i could see the cracks along the wall. they were shaped… Continue reading flickering lights
Suffocation Under Pressure
Rotting corpses haunt my deepest precipice. My useless soul flakes itself away. Blood-stained handprints paint the graveyard walls. Cries of the unwanted children fill my dreams. Pain is the intimate aspect of pleasure. The mysteries of life will be explained through death. Unfathomable horrors wait at the right hand of the Prince of Darkness. Religious… Continue reading Suffocation Under Pressure
one night stand
here my heart bleeds through the cracks of stone knowing i planted my seeds into your whom alone will an infant be born
Every High Has Its Low Points
You’re walking on earth yet you don’t see the true uglyness about it. You keep walking yet you are oblivious to the fact that there are crevices and cracks here and there and later they may form into something of a mammoth size.
Dark Prose
MayaAngel (Mia?) sends in some more Dark Prose. This includes; Enjoy the Ride, and Questioning my Reality. TheDreamer writes, Poet or Not? Anonymous(faet55) writes, the Search.