Living with ancient damnation hath been naught but living hell. A thousand years wanting salvation Amidst the dark streets I dwell. A heart with a feeling, a vampire with a soul I’m passionately in love with the Slayer But they say my heart is as black as coal. The sun I desire to see, the… Continue reading Angel
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Death Begins
As my world suffers the bleek of damnation. I rest my soul untill Hell comes forth and ask me to come with him. I remain still and silent. Then Heaven comes forth and ask me to come with him. Again I remain still and silent. Now out of nowhere, Death appears before me and says… Continue reading Death Begins
What do humans Know…
what do humans know of sorrow, the dark void that haunts our lives what do humans know of pain, when death comes quick and agony short, what do humans know of damnation, when salvation is but a hands reach away, what do humans know of war, when the art of death is lost to them,… Continue reading What do humans Know…
When….????
(This–this was what i call free flow thoughts. Not actually something worth reading. I just thoroughly enjoyed getting it out.) When it all comes undone. When the blood dripping down your arms and legs and chest and even your feet isn’t enough to suffice the burning in the pit of your stomach. When the doctors… Continue reading When….????
When….????
When it all comes undone. When the blood dripping down your arms and legs and chest and even your feet isn’t enough to suffice the burning in the pit of your stomach. When the doctors can’t put you on enough pills to keep you comfortably sedated without killing you in the process.
Never to be Found
A different tale to be told. One of sorrow and longing. Their bitter, angry screams rip through the placid night. Anger and hate has become the norm.
Waking Nightmares
Into the uncharted depths on hopelessness. This is my sanctuary. The fires of conviction await you. Seek the downward spiral towards damnation.
I Will Never Tell
Like a loving mother holding her child, I hold my precious secret fast to my heart. A flood of rushing emotions. The gate has been opened. With one kiss, I die and am born again. His fingertips leave their fiery brand upon my skin. With one word, my body is enslaved.
Poem-Misanthropic Genocide
this sinister mind, so vile i see. will give the world great cause to weep. thy prayers are unneccessary for god will not answer. his sickness will spread like that of a cancer.
Wallase and us
New reports of flashy genital disease and famine are conjured to the factor guning down the stock marekt of pornos in the world of damnation with the mist of the perfection and frenzying passionet lovers dead.