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: uncaring
The ongoing cycle – Darkness
Evening,morning,afternoon… whichever phase reality is in when you read this. I have frequented this site for quite some time now. This is one of those nights… I usually come here when i need comfort or solace of any kind…. a citadel of comfort from the cruelty and oddity that is life at times.
Hollowed Out For You
I’m so far gone that you can’t see me any more…