Who rides across the dusky plain Tearing along wirh might and main Like some wild storm-fiend, in his flight Nursed on the ebony breast of Night? ‘Tis he, who left her in her need– Her lover, on his milk-white steed ! The blast in all its savage force Strives to o’erthrow the gallant horse That… Continue reading THE VAMPYRE (STRIIGOIUL) PT. 3(FINALE)
Tag: crash
disaster
gothic Along with your rage follows your fate Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate Inside it’s burning, flames all around The site deafining all others screaming sound Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame Towards everyone else you point your blame When you fall you will take down the sun Shadows will rise and heaven… Continue reading disaster
lust not love
love is far worse than lust love is something you cant trust lust is a feeling of fondness no guarentees or worriness when you love someone, you are more likely to get knocked right down,picked up and knocked down until you crash into an empty corner afraid to get close with anyone else. but in… Continue reading lust not love
Deadly Love-Chapter One
I always loved him and I told him I’d love him always-life or death. And he loved me, too. Saying those exact same words. I knew I would always love him forever because many people would tell us, “you;re meant to be. You’re meant to be.” And I’d simply answer each time, “Forever.” We’d always… Continue reading Deadly Love-Chapter One
darkness
9 hididng from faces once known lost is all lost am i floating in this void i wait praying for the day when everything beccomes real again no masks to hide behind to lie before
Forever Darkness
My tears of blood crash to the ground. The pain, the suffer within wont go away. My light turns black, My heart stays cold.
Life’s Irony
Christmas was always a big deal at my house. Many years we had to do without, or get help from Toys for Tots. This year I was volunteering to help them.
indestructible
sitting at the edge of the dock staring at the lake reflecting on my toughts and the plunge i’m about to take
Deaths Doorway
He looked like deaths friend. It wasnt only him. I look around this town, and the towns surrounding, death is all over in unussual amounts.
losing myself
for the past few weeks i have had writers block. i cant seem to get my dark words to come out smoothly without something triggering the depression and making me crash. i guess ill just have to keep trying. once i can get my thoughts into words ill submit something worth while.