If she were to do that it would end in one of two ways–love or death–and both were wicked, wicked, wicked. ~Sammicakes
Tag: death
Lines of Life
a collection of one-liners I only hate you when the darkness fails to obscure your evil deeds, and even then I am lost in the magnificence of your power. Dying in my arms, trembling when trying to speak, and all they could do was scream in my face. Buried your memories within my soul: I…
coppice | poem
Hands have no trouble holding the hilt of the weapon which ensures their destruction– yet they begin to tremble when accused of their own destructive nature. Lips kiss the chrysanthemums and forget-me-nots for forever, or until their saliva-drenched state quenches their selfish, sloppy temper. Hearts construct high, guarded castles of ash and black bark, concealing…
Moon’s Bedlam | Short Story
There is no future more bright than a future that is not mine. I do not love the stars because they all glow above me, all bathe me in their brilliant golden aura as if to pity me. If I am to destroy my enemy, I must tear myself apart limb by limb. ~ “The…
Anecdotal Existence | King of Pieces
Master of His Pieces
Dark Angel in Lonesome Town | Dark Hero
Everything was dark and quiet except for the ghostly call of the man (now very far away) and the faint plucking of his strings, singing:
“Maybe down in lonesome town, I can learn to forget…”
Angel Fate| Poem/ Song
An Accursed Red poem. ~ They say he went to heaven and I’ve been waiting for him to come down. But I’ve been waiting for too long. They said he’s in the clouds and I keep wanting to fly but I know I won’t get high enough. They want me to believe that he’s safe…
hang with the greats | poem
and the fears i’m too afraid to face alone and it’s so hard to do so and it’s so hard to do so and i know you’re not afraid so take my hand you’ll hang with the greats
Don’t Want a Lonely Life | Poem
I had a dream last night Drew up my fears and closed my blinds I had a dream composed of you Completely, entirely, nothing new But there was a feeling in my chest That you didn’t exist, so we never met And then I realized I had taken this life for granted. – You are…
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