my throat is stabbed with my own dagger
my chest rise and fall slower
my eyes are covered with grey clouds
my brain though numb begins to shout
blood flows with spite
through blood I will continue to fight
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 10:54 PM UTC
the attraction of the lady of pain
a promise made in vain
oh her deep beauty in the morbid light
her fiery eyes pierce me completely in the dead of night
a dress made purely of tears
a hold on those who are content is their fears
her lips plucked from the charcoals within a heavenly burn
the bitter comfort of her hug in which I yearn
she holds a flower which wilts with intent
that which she deeply laments
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC