gothic Along with your rage follows your fate Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate Inside it’s burning, flames all around The site deafining all others screaming sound Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame Towards everyone else you point your blame When you fall you will take down the sun Shadows will rise and heaven… Continue reading disaster
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Truth
Gothic so i’m a slut and want to die before i go i’ll reveal my lies in a blink this script pours out now you will hear my grieving shout wheather you read this or go to hell my path is clear as my story will tell where i begin is not where to start… Continue reading Truth
Falling gun [Losing]
POETRY A gun falling through The clouds where we sleep this kiss Wish I was bulletproof But I feel fake A touch leaves me senseless blind falling like green off trees this blinding kiss Whis I was bulletproff You are the trigger A heart surronded by pavement Does it make me strong? Lost in a… Continue reading Falling gun [Losing]
Blood Dripping Roses***Chapter 12
Ebony pulled all the sheets off of her bad as she tied each of them together in a tight knot. Finally after a moment of tying, she had a long rope made out sheets and curtains. Her heart speed up a beat as eh hurried into shoes and ripping her dress down at the bottom… Continue reading Blood Dripping Roses***Chapter 12
Apocalyptic Vision
Apocalyptic Vision The world’s ending mother fuckers. Can’t you see that? Look around at the hell we live in. Minds changed, deranged Bridges burned, hearts chained Sould ravaged, damned Tables turned, the fall of man Happy memories of pasts we’ve forgotten Fading to dust, icy like frost There is no love, Only lust A drive… Continue reading Apocalyptic Vision
Nothingness
The mourning fades with slits from razorblades coming on from the torn apart Beauty she cries weeping beneath these skies with a bullet lodged in her heart
Kisses of Crimson
Vampire Escaping the day from all it’s imperfections walking the night to ponder its beauty silently finding my prey, for it is near afraid you should be, so i am a thing to fear seducing mortality is a wound to my heart blood thirsty death is a difference apart a hansom figure stands in the… Continue reading Kisses of Crimson
bleeding in the mist of hate
Death im dead thats what they say, i have no life, that i care for no one and nothing, that the only pain i feel is my loneliness, that the one thing i fear is my self, so-what i wear black so i dont talk to no one, so i hate life, so i fear… Continue reading bleeding in the mist of hate
Poems from darkness
A cold shade of morning Falls upon broken shadows A velvet tear Sliding down a silken face
more reflections
Although a man can remarry, the loss of his past love left a weeping wound within his heart