Humble and held together By rotting breaking strings Nothing on the mind But hate and broken dreams What once was but a splinter Has now become a tree Sticking in the mind What no one cares to see I stand alone on a beach With angry tides and benchful sands Blood running down my arm… Continue reading Final Thoughts
Tag: goddess
Beyond The Veil Of Night
(**This submit topic belongs under “Poetic-Vampires”**) Walking beyond the veil of night. Velvet loneliness has taken flight. Silver liquid goddess is ushered in. A blushing bride untainted by sin. Pallid moon rides nocturnal black wings. Windswept stars shivers as the breeze sings. The night seduces me and I obey. Falling into beckoning arms without delay.… Continue reading Beyond The Veil Of Night
Misery
I want to be the ruler of the universe! I cant stand these people As they laugh and I curse They’ve trapped and damned it. Free- free-free from this misery M-misunderstood I-insane S-serverly damaged E- En-trapped R- rebel for our sake Y- Its my choice!! I want to be the ruler of the people that… Continue reading Misery
she is so beatiful
Her body is lying emotionless. Her pale skin is whiter than a show. Her hair is darker than a night. Her opened eyes are staring at me nonstop.
everything ends
i cant stand the way you talk about her you make her out to be some kind of goddess shes not so perfect one day youll see
I have to leave now…
Why am I here? I don’t remember anymore… How can I stay here, locked in this room when it’s driving me mad. And I knew I’ve always been a little…eccentric–crazy even, but now I believe I may truly be going insane! They’ve grounded me; locked me inside my little box. But it’s alright because it’s… Continue reading I have to leave now…
the bullet of love
He worshiped her and all she could do is ignore it. In his heart she had created a hole. He was close to her yet he was to far, and as he stands there on the brink of suiside he tries to remember a happy time. He cocks the gun and not even sheading a… Continue reading the bullet of love
Lace
Your soul is pure let me lace it with death’s blood walk through the doorway to darkness’ alter inside your scared, grab unto my hand as that knife enters your flesh the self inflicted pain may bother you but way inside your loving it; Blood pours from your wrist it turns black as your world… Continue reading Lace
Society’s Little Outcast
I’m the thorn among the roses, The pebble in the sand. I need someone to comfort me, Someone to hold my hand.
She walked away
She came into my life Enraptured my soul like a flame and then she walked away We loved, we danced We talked of the future as if is was now Our love grew and grew