Ebony pulled all the sheets off of her bad as she tied each of them together in a tight knot. Finally after a moment of tying, she had a long rope made out sheets and curtains. Her heart speed up a beat as eh hurried into shoes and ripping her dress down at the bottom… Continue reading Blood Dripping Roses***Chapter 12
I’ll never forget that night. I was filled with so much happiness I couldn’t stop smiling. ‘Oh No’, I thought. Walking towards me was Stacey and her gang. ”Hey Gothic, nice night huh?” They laughed. I carried on walking, ignoring their pathetic little jokes. As I walked past them I saw one of them reach… Continue reading Hurt.
I woke up one not so special morning, the sunlights rays beaming through the curtains burned my eyes, and i felt like a new person.Some might find that not so strange as people change everyday of the year, some for the better, and some for the worse. But no, this wasnt like any of those… Continue reading BECOMING….
So, now here comes the final version of our “Fragile Home” poem-project. Hope you like it. I like it and I guess the other both like it aswell, as they kind of did the most 🙂 I want to build a fragile home out of my shattered dreams: The haunting entrance…
Within these walls A world cut off from the rest Restrained by time Humanity forced to take the test
Let me out of your nightmare I didn’t want it to end this way I shouldn’t be left here in this empty place Hearing demons scream your name And my heart slowly ceasing to pump my blood
Here is another that i thought someone might favor, enjoy: Through life’s desolate roads we tumble, Stumbling across these jagged rocks set firmly in the sand- Hidden behind these curtains of darkness.
i saw the edge was i supposed to turn around? for an eternal pledge when i sleep six feet below the ground
Walking, walking down this long white hall, when will it ever end? All I am aware of, the faint hum of sweet melody. I continue walking, passing white windows, white counters, white walls, and white doors.
I wake up at about four in the afternoon and lay there in bed for another hour, thinking. I stare at Brandon Lee on my wall for a while and then wince as a shaft of sunlight cuts through the gap in the curtains and falls across my face. I sigh and reach for my… Continue reading Something Gothic This Way Comes