Flashback…… I kicked and screamed and tried to run away But he slapped my face and told me to bite my damn tongue. He picked me up
Tag: lips
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.
The Moon
Feminine pallid face with a stern jaw line With lips upturned to create her wicked smile Morbidly staring at its own frigid corpse With the starlight twinkle in the unseeing eyes
Remembrance and Longing
Burning, quivering Staring into the junoesque Handsome face of oblivion Noticing the slight curvature In the features of her smile
Poison Lemonade
If only you were still here with me I’d pour you a glass of my broken heart And watch you raise the glass to the lips that once were mine I’d stare as the poison slid down your throat And watch your once beautiful face grow pale I’d stand there as you’d start to choke
Webbed Cracks
This isn’t the end you invisioned. A pain such as yours not imagined. But I am the creator of eternity- Bleeding mother’s maternity. Maybe you die; Maybe I wither away. Time’s last tonight, time’s turned to day. Everything is broken with hope gone, but all of my love and pain linger on.
Transylvanian Turpentine
sweet kisses from blood-stained lips stitched up, tied up, trying to fix bloody kisses from razorblades for all of our secret escapades heart shaped kisses from a girly pout lipstick just distorts her mouth deceitful kisses from a turpentine dress up like a concubine kiss me once, kiss me twice dollie just wont play nice… Continue reading Transylvanian Turpentine
+the corner of my eye+
i view past the corner of my eye emptiness when our lives just want to hide.. why do we want to die when people wish at times they lived our lives? i cant figure out the reason to the dampness in the corner of my eye, i cant find a reason why i want to… Continue reading +the corner of my eye+
Smile (poem)
Born to be strong Raised to have to fight Everythign was taken So tonights the night The blade to the flesh The sting of release Down on the knees The blood starts to thin The tears begin to dry Down on all fours Theres nothing left But detah The last thoughts remain Of how life… Continue reading Smile (poem)
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