I have a curse, I have a friend
And Solitude's the name
He makes me wish I had an end
To playing this cruel game

He keeps me under his own wings
From him I never stray
He's my friend now, and though it stings
I go to him each day

He lets the wind come push me down
He tells the rain to pour
And even if I make a sound
It's silence, nothing more

He's my friend now, my only one, and for a time I've known
That even if I knew the world, with him I'm still alone

The darkness,
A beautiful thing,
That surrounds my mind,
You are my light,
My life,
My love,
Without you
The tears stream down, for my problems come crashing in,
But when I’m with you,
The world goes scilent,
Your voice,
Better than music.
Draws me in,
But when you aren’t here,
I remember,
The painful touch of life,
The callas way it moves,
I miss you, when you aren’t online,
I wish you were here
I wish I could comfort you out of sorrow, but I cannot touch you,
I have known much pain,
But this hurts more.
Than any broken bone,
Or hurtful word,
I want to take care of you, to love you,
To share our darkness,
But I cannot touch you,
I cannot show you what you mean to me,
I love you
I love you
My dark soulmate.

in the land of the living,
two dead souls fell in love,
two dead souls who cannot touch,
two dead souls,
dragged through pain,
left to rot,
fell in love,
two dead souls,
who only meet once a week,
stuck n a perpetual motion of anguish,
fell in love.

The moon arose upon the dark night sky,
My lover lay still sleeping next to me,
His insipid skin shone bright, the beauty of he,
I arose; my fangs extended I can’t deny,
I assume you guessed that we cannot die,
As I wait I brew a *** of blood tea,
But the kettle screamed loud as a banshee,
My Dear, looked at me, a gleam in his eye,
He sat beside me, I can tell he thirsts,
“Dark angel” he charmed “lets please our blood lust,”
“Mon Cher” I murmur, “long as you’re with me,”
I bite her arching neck and the blood bursts,
You are the solitary one I trust,
This is survival, not just a **** spree.

Languid prickly pear.
Ashen, voracious sky lay waste.
bruise Earth.

Prickly languid pear.
Hold fast against the wilted branch.

Thank the tree for its regard;
the limb that decayed the least.
                              O' how my will hangs
                              as I do above the death
                              who brought us this rot
Pear, languid and prickly.
Tenacious pride claws and bites
at morbid despair and lonesome longing;
                                                        ­           neither victorious.

Ashen sky dust and burn the peel

Languid pear.
Pain felt from
the dying of the limb that had more than
you in the end

Resentment tucked between the anguish.
Who brought us this rot?
                              O' how this will fades
                              unable to deliver
                              the cut that will end
The branch snaps.

Languid.
World devoid;
the will of which persists.

The moon light shines,
A twilight night,
But even the beauty of the darkness,
Cannot compare,
To the Splendor of my lover.

The day I met you,
I wanted to be yours,
I wanted you to be mine,
I fell in love with you,
My world seemed to change,
In a way, it never had before,
My world was a broken clock,
But when I met you,
My world became the Cascades of wonder and possibilities,
The day you said "I love you,"
Was the day I knew,
You are the one for me,
I am not used to being treated,
In a wonderful way, you treat me,
People I dated in the Past treated me like an object,
To move at their own whim,
You treat me like a human,
An equal,
You love me in ways,
I never knew possible,
I opened myself up to you,
In ways, I thought long gone,  
I hope,
To be yours in eternity.

Paint my eyes with hues of purple.
Cake my lips in black.
Dye my hair blue and call me a maniac.
Tie a rose to my neck, the colour of blood shall do.
Thick black eyeliner is far overdue.
I'm not terribly depressed.
I just enjoy the peace found in death.
I'm not that messed up.
Yet stories of torture are so beautiful and dark.
I love a haunting piano-based tune.
But screaming is just as elegant too...