The Darkness falls Colour dimmed in anticipation The Rhythmic tastelessness of a dead civilization Filled with dieing glimpses of beautiful limitations The death of friction Now only cold anticipation There is no break, Now captive of the now. Aware is my perception The commonness of ‘how?’ The answers are but questions Nothingness let fly The… Continue reading The Machine
Tag: passions
Life As Opposed to Art
Blood on stained-glass windows. Life imitates art. Bathe in the fires of hell. Hoards of winged nightmares.
Bending walls
She was riding her demon of passions through the gates he had already opened for her. Somehow the past refused to die but she refused to let it get to her understanding ways. Just like an array of sadness she wept over the most glorious things, and when darkness was nowhere to be found she… Continue reading Bending walls
i miss my mom
everything goes away we forget the face and we forget the voice the ones we guessed
A Cutters Roots and Cycle.
I’ve not used this particular account in a long time. I promise, my writing has improved somewhat. I’m going to tell you about a semi-painfull period I went through and am still dealing with.
Dark
Dark I do not know why I cannot know why
Foreplay
watch you playing all your games little dreamer singing sleaze
Darkest Dreams
Take me from this desolation Hold my shell of decay In the moments that shall come You will conquer all the idle strays
Black rain
Black RainIn the black rainI feel his yearningI smell his fearI uncover his passionsHe looks into me seeing my soulAll that I really amAs we stand in the black rainI feel his soul holding mePraying for this to never endAs his hand move over meI fall apart in his worldIn his hunger for meAs we… Continue reading Black rain