She never meant for it to happen. A part of her still rebells against the darkness…that side of her so enamoured of pain, blood, and violence.
Tag: whispers
The Raven Mansion (A story)
I am alone in this cold cruel night I sit alone in this bleak mansion. And it has been so for so long, so long I can’t count the reckless hours and days. I can’t get away from this atmosphere, the thick brooding atmosphere. I walk up the curving stairs, in Raven Mansion, as it… Continue reading The Raven Mansion (A story)
If I Knew
If I knew this was going to happen If I had seen it from the start I would have suited up And dried my eyes To shield my willing heart.
My soul weeps
My soul weeps – my heart bleeds, For someone to Love me. Things, most take for granted, Make ‘me’ come alive.
Halo
these are just some words that go through my head , im just hoping someone else can relate to them anarchists asylum realm of chaos violent ambivalence black is white
Funny, Isn’t It?
Funny isn’t it how you can be such a strong person, yet cry inside every time a certain person looks at you the right way… how just one touch, a brush of the arm makes you ache with desire, you feel you can’t breath without the person near you…
Whispers In The Dark
My back to you in the dark your body still i assume you’re sleeping
am i so…
No longer care, No longer share, No one to lie for, and no one to yell on, No pride to die for, No bride, there for alone… I am alone.
Poetry — Hotter Than Hell, Last Night, Plea
It’s hotter than hell in here
A Prelude To My dArKnEsS
My darkness is for my eyes only. It’s here that I am never lonely. Others are blind to its beauty, its dangers, and its addictions.