(Poetic) The sweet scent of longing lingers on your skin as I run my fingers up your biceps, intricately placing my hands at your shoulders. With a smile, you place a death grip at my waist. Kicking out your leg, we begin a waltz and I follow your lead, just like a ragdoll, with my… Continue reading Ragdoll
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Dead beauty..
Raven hair, crimson lips Clear blue eyes piercing a hole through the very
The Watcher pt I
He watched as she walked out on the stage, holding her violin. This gothic beauty. This creature that holds too much beauty to hold and be of this earth. He had to have her. No one else but her. No one could hold her but him. Nothihng could stop him frome gtting to her not… Continue reading The Watcher pt I
NOW AND FOREVER
Through the embracing he wondered what may have happened. He looked up into her eyes feeling her pain. The blood poured out of her graceful neck straight in through his crimson lips. His eyes were possessed by a light color of orange, and as he looked into her eyes, he seemed to grow angry. Not… Continue reading NOW AND FOREVER
Fallen Angel
She looks like an angel Her skin so pure and white She looks so splendid and fragile In her eyes there’s so much light.
Exile but from one
Darkening, the sky seems to mock me as if it know’s I’m lost and confused. The sun hides its face from me as if it feels ashamed to shine upon my raven hair and crimson lips, but the moon shines above me, caressing my skin and soothing my soul.
The Razor Winged Angel
As the midnight sun burned through the clouds, a misty light pours upon my city. For somewhere in this city, lies my Razor Winged Angel. She is of the ranks of the forgotten, that have overwhelmed this land, and are cursed with a hollow exsistance.