Sugar coated hatred. Lives, flickering in a graveyard. Tiny strands of hope, broken at the slightest touch, lost forever.
Tag: skull
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Tattered skull, ruptured lungs Swimming in a pool of blood As time ticks by, The end draws near Closing in on all you fear Veins popping through the skin Hands are severed, wrists are slit Eyes bulging out of the head Watching everything as it slows All the blood makes a stream Strands of muscle… Continue reading untitled
the goading of madness
trapped inside his own head, he stares out the bedroom window, the sky had darkened now and the few stars out winked mysteriously at him. downstairs he hears them shouting again, it was his fault if he wasnt like he is his parents wouldnt be like this. he wanted a normal life but they wouldnt… Continue reading the goading of madness
Falling
Feel the pain, Feel the fucking love, Sitting in the rain, Is it even real? Or am I just imagining it? Caught between reality and fantasy, Just don’t care, Just wanna go home, Just shut up! I’ll just sit here in life’s residue, Let the depression grow, The happiness dissappear, Sleeping every waking moment, Living… Continue reading Falling
Short Tort (Unfinished)
“…sometime the unfinished works are the worst appetizers for the better novels….” Through the tombstones I shall creep, and glare with crimson eyes. In points puddles, my nails shall steep, and shroud my heart with lies. Flesh has rend and fallen down, I drag it where I stride. The smell of rot upon my crown,… Continue reading Short Tort (Unfinished)
THINKING OUTLOUD
I wnna rip your fucking head off! Everynight I dream of killing you. I can perfectly see the knife peircing your skin. I can see the blood running down your chin.
Danyel
Okay, I was really pissed off at this girl at work the other day, so I had to vent. Danyel, her voice is that of a whiny little brat, that continues to ask,”are we there yet, are we there yet?”
Deadly Visions
One of the most strong memories I’ll ever have is that of one afternoon on a school bus, coming home from a band trip. I was bored, and staring at this girl across the row from me, just off into space. Suddenly, I saw a huge rock…a meteor maybe, break through the bus’s metal roof… Continue reading Deadly Visions
Danyel
Her voice is that of a whiny little brat, that continues to ask; “are we there yet, are we there yet”
The Rain of the Dead
The demons of hell shall rise up form their slumber with the skies will turn red with the blood of the innocent and the young. As death draws ever closer you can here the roar of the beast approaching you. As everyone around you is dying you see them praying to their god. The fires… Continue reading The Rain of the Dead