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Soapy froth of the sea Peaceful you lay and be. But your waters are dark with thick mud. Bubbles made, but they're not suds. Why is it your waters are grim. They cause you to drown rather than swim.
Black hardened eyes cold & dry,. Staring out into night,. Looking into a puddle of blue,. Reflecting the moon dangling in the sky,. No reflections. of a vampires existence of life,.
#nightdwellers Dark, night, ink, blood, shadows, glass and ghosts, Crystal flames surround the pain of which we lust the most.
#youngwritershousehold. A speck of dust,. A drop of water,. A sign of rust,. A fatal lure,. Air flows through,. A silent whisper,. Too late to rue,. An irresistible purr,. A wisp of cloud,.
The moon covered by nighttime fog The distant howling of a restless dog The hollow scream of a helpless man. The disappearing of a dark blue van. Creatures lurking in the dead of night.
#household Perfect sphere of scarlet flame, The fruit, as pure as snow, The skin, as red as blood, again, An apple, Wednesday's woe.
Tears of blood fall from the eye,. And stream towards the ground,. Onyx iris melts to cry,. Cold crystal panes surround,. Tears of blood run down the cheek,. Towards the metal floor,.
Something darkness in the sky, Clouds of black soar way up high, Soul collection, death to die, Blank abyss, scream why oh why.
I am lemon sour, Sarcasm and spice, Nettle, thorn of flower, Anything but nice, I am cold, dry humour, Menthol sting on mint, Salt and ice with luck of dice, Are you getting the hint.
Let me float back to the place Where you found me, With every breath becoming less Of a promise I was free. Drowned beneath the flow Darkened power Less of my fading soul For you to devoir.
#augustwriteaday In country gardens The people take it slow, They tend their lonely acres And don't put on a show.
The veil of a hidden unknown figure. Black, dark as night, wicked & ready to bite. Crushing your heart. Crumbling life's, throwing the darts. Reaping constantly, as another life starts.
Something new. Something old. Something burnt. Or something cold. Something dead. Something jerks. Something hides. And something lurks. Something haunts. Something heals. Something's ice.
Tendrils of frost Steal over the ground Paths crisp with amber leaves Dew from early hours sets morning time.
Lurking in the shadows, A beast with many eyes, Deep in the corner, Hungry for many flies. Frozen in its place, Atop its throne of webs, It sits forever watchful, Far above the plebs.
Catch the fields a blaze, from the crazy hell I raise. Spitting sick shit in this psychological phase. Running life like a maze. I've got it on point. If my mind trips I just roll another joint.
Mirror, mirror, on the wall Bound to steal the face of all Hanging like an open door A passageway forever more Mirror, mirror, open wide So all can see the world inside Full to the brim of joy...
The blackness of the night Wraps it's silken hands around my wrists, It's cool velvet mouth cloying at mine, Yearning for a kiss, a taste, To dip its damp tongue within, Chill me, send shivers across...
I find myself looking over fences defences up God forbid that I’m the one to blame I saw your side lunar and delicious your moonbeam arms to wrap around my heavy frame I find myself a hole...
Now...it is Night. Where I open my wings in my powerful stride. I walk across the hall of reality in disguise, I am, what all...despise.. It is night, Where my powers are highest.
Slither, shiver, shedding snakes Manipulate the shadowy walls Where silhouetted angels fall Candlelit faces, haunting graces Heartbeats tempo - quiet and still Paralysed in echoed rooms...