She spoke in a whisper a faint glimmer of existence I had yet taken from her in the moments the darkness would embrace her and leave me to reflect.

they  believed me a phantom a ghost haunted in in shadow now the truths of my existence would show the ugly scars of my true self.

Pain was there only understanding and a burden to the guilty I had no remorse for the actions simply a found indulgence into the darkest pleasures .

A red wine and a black rose made such perfectly different bedfellows soon they will know but for now let there ignorance call out wolves to a full moons embrace .

Nightmares are my colors and this canvas I take from your flesh and break your thoughts to suit my own.

She whispered faint to the emptiness that stood before known only as I.
I wonder did we view this monster the same ?

Nightmares exist I breathe from the gates to show my face  in malice do you care to indulge me if only for awhile?

I had stepped the footfalls a million times yet never herd them echo as hauntingly as they did at this very moment.
I had gone mad but unlike most I was fully aware of my condition I simply didn't care of it's effect on others.

The streets were empty and my footsteps easily herd for all and not a single soul to give a **** about .
I took the final swig from the pint then threw it against the wall in the alley.

Let them wake for those who sleep are happy to only exist.
Few people ever truly live.
They dream why dream when you can do?

Cowards they all were I feared nothing and didn't allow myself to be shamed into repressing my wants .
A book no matter it's age is simply just that powerless without the reader.

Follow nothing but the whim of your every desire .
I haunted these streets and laughed at the fools I disturbed far to eager to return to the factory then drop dead when they retire .

How I yearned to set them free.
Isn't it funny how reasonable insanity can truly be?

Page and thought you avoid me still.
Broken in soul we found no exit in bitter tears and a iron will.
Not everything is crystal my dear.
Do you remember the passion that was when you are no longer
here?

As we break to thrive .
Monsters of the storm so empty  to remain alive.
Why question are words when thoughts were all we had .
the asylum vacant still breathes of the lost and mad.


Can you taste the rains embrace to speak it true maybe just for me?
Thoughts lay heavy upon my thoughts.
No matter my years the image I so clearly see.


Wine that flowed now only is a bottles afterthought.
Watch your step kids we seemed to have forgotten every lesson ever we were taught.

And you as to me as we dance in regret and are washed clean.
Hide the scar my dear we ****** a lifetime so perfectly wasted and obscene.


I hold no remorse this delusion allows only for one to stay

I am the reaper my stains of emptiness haunt the edges in the pain we embrace.
As for the vampires there company thrives as starved we are of the feast.
For no true answer lingers for you so be the artery opened now bleed us a nightmare that's screams of this lust.

Often we find hope within the lies.
**** this deception my truths are but candles wax and promises half herd.
He knocks again only  to be ignored the latch is a lock to keep you in for we know the way in.

Tonight we understand the screams .
All riddles are but nightmares in disguise.
Empty was her thoughts so cold the ground we call home.

Tonight they will yearn for escape.
No shackle to understand the thoughts key.
Twisted we are together do understand the nothing we truly have become ?

It's time and the pain will no not a single mercy.  
The fruit was are poison  all along.