THis is a poem i hop to be posted under darkness poems! That quaint shallow grave, Giftwrapped in withered flowers, decades dead, Who are these strange mourners with bloodied hands? Each glaring eye like a clouded shining moon. That quaint shallow grave, Carnally smeared with intense desperate reaches for love, Or how “love” is interpreted… Continue reading That Quaint Shallow Grave
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Haemophiliac Heart
Nothing ever changes with the way I feel. Only scars can tell me what is real. I’ll never be healed- Haemophiliac Heart, what do I need?
Led
Sit alone and ponder life Your body crumbles with time. Every day is a day lost Black footsteps hurry close.
From the Grave
The crescent moon overhead shown brightly above the large stone sepulcher, illuminating its cold cinder walls. Inside the century old vault, lay rest a massive sarcophagus. The room itself lay bare, aside from a few scattered scraps of age old debris. The only thing of any interest was the sarcophagus itself. The sides were engraved… Continue reading From the Grave