Poetic Around, all around, the dark memories gather. My dread grows as the Dark One’s touch falls against my naked soul. It mutilates me, and darkly my blood drips to the cold, uncaring tombstones. In numbness I hang my head while death follows. Now alone, my soul falls upon darkened eyes. This is my Hell
Tag: tombstones
A trip to heaven
* I know pretty much everyone on this site writes dark stuff, but have any of you thought about writing something more…. bright i guess you could say? I thought about it, and i came up with this. Hope you like it, alll comments welcome!”
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loneliness a prayer, the blasphemy that will someday break the mold.crippled words ripped off the tombstones’ hurling scream.[drowning clichés.]