Only the midnight time calls for my patience to grow I’m growing thin in my skin again as the light shows Though life is a treasure But where is the treasure measured for this pleasure? Forgive me, for I’ve fallen down to my knees Not of repentance but of love Love lost in my bloodstream.… Continue reading Under The Shallow
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She , With The Golden Tears
Was she to be rebuilt in this pouring rain A wretched amaryllis with petals torn from each side Was she to be remarried in this catastrophe She with golden tears , fell She with cerulean eyes , wept She in the amber mist , fell She , the maroon trees , sighed Alas , the… Continue reading She , With The Golden Tears
beautiful darkness
An angel with furled wings of raven feathers conceiling a widow’s dress and our unholy fears long black hair and deep penetrating eyes see through our glass souls and the ghosts who may rise snow-white flesh dwelling her develish horns beautiful corpse beneath a halo of thorns
Guardian Angel
I killed the angel that protected me… I drank the blood from my angel’s neck… I’ve damned myself… The room was silent… and cold… Dark….. I stood there…. Over my angel…. The one that God assigned to me…. Now dead… My angel’s blood….. Stained on my teeth and body…… The taste of her blood… Still… Continue reading Guardian Angel
Caged Bird (poetry)
I’m falling off my perch Eyes are closed against the sight My talons loosing strength Will my wings surrender to the plight
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The sky is all gray, Drained of all life, I walk alone, Except for the crow on my shoulder,
To Fall an Angel- continued
To Fall an Angel-Continued His hand moved between her legs and felt her wetness and he wondered to himself why such a thing should happen before she said, ‘ I’m ready, lie down’ and he knew then that the wonders of her body would never fail to astound him.
The Death Of A Beautiful Angel
She stood before everyone with her wings spread wide. No one would disagree that her soul was the purest and her beauty was deeper than her skin.
feathers
Feathers trail over my skin, tickling the exquisitely painful welts that run the length of my body. I squirm in pleasure, writhing against the leather straps holding me to the couch. Behind the blindfold my eyes blink carefully, darkness the only thing I can see.
Fallen Angel
Showing the records to the never practiced nature the holy name forsaken to the unmarked picture