Blood in my eyes. Tears of morality. I suffer at the hands of people I do not know yet know so well it pains me to remember their suffering. Suicide is the way out. Any way to escape I want to go. I have no will to stay. Who cares what people think? It’s more… Continue reading Tears of Morality
Tag: lace
Blood
Blood comforts me Slice my wrists and you shall see The crimson red begins to flow Watch my face, it will glow When everything is going wrong For the blood I will long The touch of it as soft as lace See the smile upon my face My best friend, a razor blade Brings me… Continue reading Blood
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
Erotic Story – Passion
Mesmerizing lights danced on the walls, undulating to the demonic beats that poured out of PA system in a steady, ear-piercing flow. The red, black, and silver flashes created an other-worldly mood in the throbbing scene — a dizzyingly sweet feeling.
Moonhore (1977-2001)
Before the stone angel guarded this place Before I wore black, but robes of white lace I knew a soul, a man of the dark race I knew one humble with Lucifer’s face