(It’s nice to see things up and running again! This post is obviously for Poetry. Thanks!) On the anniversary of his death She entered the living room Wearing her wedding dress The cat watched as she Watched herself Laughing Dancing Making small talk Lifting the veil She kissed the cat “I do” She sipped red… Continue reading “I Do”
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My Beloved Night
Your call is powerful, Your Beauty Infinite Beneath your cloak of Witching-Hours I am Enshrouded, My Beloved Night You Sustain My Carnal Voracity and Tame the Beast within O’ My Beloved how would I survive if not by your Raven Empyream My Night My Beloved never leave me for I will surely Perish without your… Continue reading My Beloved Night
my own little hell
Several years have passed since I have last been in contact with anyone. Alone and remorseful for all of the wrong deeds I have committed I exist; society’s judgement has condemned me. I am full of guilt; a shallow puddle of water is all that consoles me. Nothing but the moon’s subtle reflection emanates from… Continue reading my own little hell
Feeder of Life
In the darkness. All alone. A forlorn shadow. To never be known. No emotion showing. On his apathetic face. The masochist this world created. A portrait of death’s embrace. Scars running down his arms. Like a seething fall from grace. Oblivious to the sorrow inside. Deep in his soul, pain doth reside. Eyes like tarnished… Continue reading Feeder of Life
You Then Me
You speak of meaning/justice/light, your blinded by your fear, for all i know is chaos, endless pleasure wrapped in the confinds of a body, waiting for it to crumble,turn to ash and release me again. This does not please me, and irony has no place in my soul, for one day i will die, accending/dropping… Continue reading You Then Me
She put a veil on my grave
She’s there in the dark She knows all i think of She knows all i can’t dare My mind is never at rest
In a blistering dream
I scream in the night Hoping beyond indifference As a lost bullet finds flesh My screams will find a soul
Deaths Texts
I’ll draw a lil picture I’ll draw it with a twist I’ll draw it with a razor I’ll draw it on my wrist
.:Death within a dream:.
Whats the point of living when living is to suffer? Worse when you have tosuffer at the hands of something you have no conrtol over. 15 years old and already i suffer seven signs of insanity; depression, paranoia and numerous other Psychological disorders.
Hidden in a veil of lies
There is an ever turning abyss in the minds of those who know not what they do, they know not why they do what they do but they do it anyway….i am one of the supposed innocents, the pleasant appproachable name for certifiably insane.