Death and destrution Death and decay Life will go on every single day Wish you may Wish you might You will never make it Through the night For i will come From within a dream To steal you soul And to amke you scream I am all that is unholy I am all that is… Continue reading Pure Evil (poem)
Tag: decay
Better
Everything was getting better. Just starting to make sense. Then it happend. My mind went insane, my body lost controlle, my heart stopped beating, and my eyes started to roll. The inside of my head, I could clearly see. Demons thrashing at it never to be seen. Tearing my mind apart. Making sure nothing is… Continue reading Better
a step in the wrong direction
I lay there a long time I saw many clouds go by, I smelled the sweet fragrance that was my purfume change to rot, I tasted the decay that once was cherry gum, I heard the animals chewing and gnawing where they used to purr and cuddle, I felt the changes as the warmth left… Continue reading a step in the wrong direction
Poems
Hate I hate this world, i wish it would end. I hate my life, i wish it would end. By day i hate, by night i cry, in year i decay, in minute i die. Alone forever, I shall burn. In a place that only knows fear. A place hot an cold. I live for… Continue reading Poems
Battle on a Star
Bloodshed on a battlefield of a battle fought upon a star, The calls of death and mourning, Feeling that all hope is far, You cry out a shrill warning. Can you smell the rot and decay? I can smell the burning flesh. A moments smile of dismay As you’re caged by iron-mesh.
My letter to the person to threaten my physical well being…
Will, Listen here, you have no right to sit there and be disrespectful with vulgar profanities and petty threats that you will never follow through with. If you think that you can scare me by threatening my physical well being, or to take away my life, you are utterly incomprehensive. It makes me mad when… Continue reading My letter to the person to threaten my physical well being…
never submissive
If I were to follow the linear pathways I’d be far along my own shallow death Yet I’ve been mistaken for something that sways Who knows where truth in I lies, what breath Creates redemption and within which world
Given
I walk through this world with nothing to see always alone that’s how it must be
Pale and Grey
Broken statue Bleeds acid Burnt wings Magnificent decay
Cold
When the worlds turning, cold, and i have no light to see, the hopeless case, i see inside myself, is me,