I’ll gather the kohl encrusted masses and bring them to their knees, I’ll cover their eyes with silken sashes
Tag: knives
Pain Tolerance
I remember the Arguement as vivdly as the screen infront of me. I remember the power of his voice blasting through my ears like a black night swarming over a beautiful day. And I remember the force of his hand slamming against my body. I remember the pain that shot through my body, the shocks… Continue reading Pain Tolerance
A taste of Blood
crimson flowing, glowing in my eyes death is knowing. fading in my demise razors cut me and knives hold me in their steel grip your kiss estasy but all a lie to me invoking feelings that make me free but then you steal my life from me
me
feeling depressed my soul has repressed everting inside of my mind. I take a bottle to erase your face but still it is left behind. Friends try to help as i sit and gulp almost ready to die. Wether by drugs, by knives or someone who is ready to take a life. When i am… Continue reading me
Getting Sick of It
All I want to say is that there’s a lot of repetition going on in Darkness…meaning the titles of the stories. They all have to do with blood or death or knives or something. Can we PLEASE think up of a more creative, original title here?! The stories are different, and very well written, but… Continue reading Getting Sick of It
What a skeletal wreck of man
What a skeletal wreck of man this is Translucent flesh and feeble bones The kind of temple where the whores and villains try to tempt the holistic tones Running rampant with free thought to free form, in the free in the clear And the matters at hand are shelled out like lint at a Laundromat… Continue reading What a skeletal wreck of man
Little Miss Addiction
Roll up a dollar and do your lines. Pack a bowl and take the bong hits. Down those happy pills with your hells bells and you’ve got instant WHORE on your hands. Speed isn’t enough. Glass isn’t enough. K isn’t enough. You can only go so low. Now bleeding isn’t enough. looking for something more… Continue reading Little Miss Addiction
Eyes of Mine
Not.. Eyes that stare but dont stare back,….. Eyes that have a green-blue glow but do not shine. Eyes that see but do not stare, Eyes that see eye to eye
POEM ~ She Would Be Loved
Some call her twisted and sick. Others a freak or weird. They don’t understand her motive. The won’t take time to understand.
Happy Childhood
Clowns all around you; They’re dancing with knives. Taunting you, stabbing you Happy white faces Blood red smiles Laughing at your death.