I see the cross, it means nothing to me. Another sees the cross, and it means nothing to them. I turn my face to the holy and they burn the cross into my eyes and bloody tears emerge. But yet…I am the unholy why do I shed the tears of blood? I am not the… Continue reading The Unholy
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Battles with Fate…&…Death
Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings.
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues to an abyss… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death
Battles with Fate…&…Death Tuesday, 29th April 2003 05:45:00pm Reasons to live are so few, Thoughts of death aren’t new. Breathing on the uncovered blessings, Withering away with defeats in life’s citings. Brushed past are times of victory, All that’s left now is fate’s forgery. A twisted beam of hope enters soul, And drains life’s residues… Continue reading Battles with Fate…&…Death
poem of nothing for you
once upon a time i cried tears for you now later inlife its tears you cry for me once upon a time i would have done anything for you now its time you give it all up for me
-[X.x]- As the reapers walk -[x.X]-
as the reapers walk no footsteps on the ground a blood trail left behind barring not a sound
Forever Darkness
My tears of blood crash to the ground. The pain, the suffer within wont go away. My light turns black, My heart stays cold.
the day my parrot flew away
little fluff or bundle, little joy of yellow. with its crimsom red cheeks, it’s crying tears of blood. like me, forever trying to break free of the untwisted wrap of my heart, unable to breath freely and talk smoothly, forever shackled in hell and grievance.
COLD
Bring time to a standstill I Testify on my behalf, empowered only by my will … Still standing … trying to explain how I manage, While mentally Im wrapped up in bandages