#2o16
In the dream, there was a pit in the middle of the floor of a pitch black, empty room with peeling wallpaper of an indistinguishable color or pattern; charred fragments of paper floated on the hot air.
The pit was a giant, jagged hole in the weathered and blackened floorboards surrounded by smoldering embers. If you dared to look down, you could see traces of a winding staircase seemingly made of ancient, crumbling stone and black ash. The glow from the lava below was very nearly choked out by the ever-present black smoke that covered the walls and the floor...it filled the air in forked black ribbons.
I stared, terrified as my body hovered over the hole as if by some demonic, magical force that kept me suspended in the air about a foot above the floor. I wore nothing but a ***** tattered white gown, turned grey from the soot.
Barefoot and scarred, sunken eyes and a tangled, black mess of hair that met my ****** fingertips. I could literally feel my broken soul and my broken heart. They felt like brittle bones.
I was hovering over a pit of lost reason and lost purpose. I was ready to dive right in.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
everything is so great and so perfect, until it isn't.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
"Drained by the anger and grief
Fazed by the envy and greed
The secret cries for a release
The lucidity hidden deep in sweet pandemonium..."
- Ville Hermanni Valo, H.I.M.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
strings of stars
delicate bones
the length of her locks
kept her chained and at home
trapped in a tower
of silence and stone
tendrils of fantasy
once drew him to her
now cut short with defiance
and wicked laughter
here now is the truth
not the vision you held tight
cruel thorns pierced my heart
and blinded your sight
the innocence of fantasy
long lost in the dark
blonde locks stained black
and scars where there were sparks
think twice the next time
you wish a savior would come
a better way to save yourself
would be to use your legs
and run
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
"I taste death in every kiss we share
Every sundown seems to be the last we have
Your breath on my skin has the scent of our end
I'm drunk on your tears baby can't you see it's hurting
Every time we touch we get closer to heaven
And at every sunrise our sins are forgiven
You on my skin this must be the end
The only way you can love me is to hurt me again
And again
And again
And again..."
- Ville Hermanni Valo, H.I.M.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
I've loved you for 22 years.
You're tattooed into my skin.
You put a black diamond on my ring finger.
And last night,
although you're still alive and breathing,
although I love you more than life,
I became a widow.
I'll never remove this ring.
I'll never remove my R tattoo.
And I'll never be the same.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Love lied to me
About the beauty and the ecstasy
Looked me straight in the eyes and lied,
Now I sit vacant and red-eyed as I watch my heart die inside
Wondering where it all went awry
Love lied straight to my face
Stole away in the night without a trace
Abducted
Left me with nothing but nothingness in its place
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:14 PM UTC
In between the raindrops
In the cracks where the ceiling stops
The lost hours that connected the night to the day
Dragged kicking and screaming back to the start
So many unfamiliar faces
Unwelcoming, unyielding traces
All of the off-limits places
I will never, ever let go of
the empty spaces you fill in my heart
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:10 PM UTC
Visions of a better life
A better day
A better love without decay
Room to breathe
Soothing relief
Renewed belief
Something to cure this pain
A magic pill or a drink
Time to think
To see clearly what's beyond
The dreary walls
The haunted halls
Cleanse my mind
of the memories
Something to help me, please
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:27 PM UTC
Aren't you tired of "getting through it" again and again?
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:20 PM UTC
I guess it slipped through my fingers,
Watched it sink into the water and drown
I've got no more fight left in me
Heartbroken, disenchanted, beaten into the ground
Oh, it's such inspiration
This feeling of desperation
Grasping at something I'll never have again
Filled with loss and mourning at the thought of the end
Trapped inside the shell of a broken spirit
Isolated in this silence, and feeling safe within it
"It's You, It's You, It's all for you"... and nothing else
Condemned dreams and broken promises to myself
Eyes wide open in the dark
Wishing there was a way to get back to that spark
I'm just a broken horse, no trace left of that willful girl
My soul is at half-mast
A life lived trying to live up to the past
Dead behind the eyes, reality finally realized
It's gone so far, it feels like there's no way back
Drowning would be such sweet relief,
just want to let it all go black
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
He pressed forward
beyond the worry
beyond the wonder
endured the pain
He pushed further
past the horror
past the heartache
into the vein
He left his ashes
on the altar
in the alley
near the stone
He cut her name
into the flesh
into the future
into the bone
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:02 PM UTC
"Lay in my grave with me my love.
We'll die side by side,
hand in hand.
And our ghosts follow us in the winter,
And the winter is taking us down."
- Chelsea Wolfe
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
do you ever wonder
what waits around the corner?
that dark smile that bleeds right after
your muse believes in you,
then leaves you while you have laughter
and laughs at you that much harder?
this blessed curse of happiness
the feeling of that shoe about to drop
the one where you can't quite rest easy
the car without brakes to make you stop
and the muse, she keeps on laughing
while you think you're really happy
in those moments when you think your dreams might come true
silly you
do you lose your muse when you're happy?
because i do.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC