This poem is dedicated to Nathaly Bautista which she will be missed by all who cared for her. You might of known her for many years and shared moments with many tears, You might of known her a few days you felt like you’ve known her forever knowing her heart like a firey blaze, She… Continue reading “Rememberance”
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The Slaying Goddess
With eyez like fire And a heart of stone What should keep thy From thy dome? Do you dare enter? For you shall roam, Right to the center Of your doom. And once doom comes, Prepare to scream, For you are dumb And I am not what I seam. You are mortal in my eyez,… Continue reading The Slaying Goddess
The Slaying Goddess
With eyez like fire And a heart of stone, What should keep thy From thy dome? Do you dare enter For u shall roam Right to the center Of your doom. and once doom comes, Prepare to scream, For you are dumb And I not what I seem. You are mortal in my eyez, You… Continue reading The Slaying Goddess
Fatefull Cuts
Slowly drawing in my breath I slice into my fiery depth My breath is iced As the flinty blade slices
Roses
Roses, beautiful, deadly roses. They do not look as though they could harm, but they do. Grip it the wrong way and jirk back in suprise as thin streams of blood trickle down your arm. I stare at the rose that resembles the shade of my blood so perfictaly, so beautifully against it’s petals.
What is LURVE?
Some say love is a river, Which drowns the tender reeds. Some say love is a razor, Which leaves the soul to bleed. I say love is a flower And you it’s only seed
My Rotten, My Rose
She crouched in the corner, just bleeding and slicing and I cannot tell why I found it inviting. Yes, I might add, it was wholly exciting. Her blood even looked like a rose in the pale room lighting.
illusions
falling from the skydreams i cannot hiderules i can’t abidemy breain is fucking fried