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#youngwritershousehold. Light is my weakness,. I fight in the dark,. I despise of the lightest,. Black is my mark,. Born in it, lived it,. Evil lurks beneath me,. Dark is always my pick,.
Anxiety wrapped around my neck, Like a necklace. Swing, hit & a miss. Tightening around my throat, Taking the breath from my lungs. Until I choke. Angels cried, the devil's sung.
Neck strung with cold and stretched sinew, creaked swing in rope of bloodied blue. Stool, three legged, in drunken trip, I kicked deliberately, escaping you.
Eye of a needle threading a design. Pins marking on the hands of time. Sewing each individual line. Sketching weapons of art, Intricate patterns woven to life. From under the skin, emotion & heart.
#nightdwellers She's a lady of the twilight, a beauty to behold. She will give you her body, but her heart she'll withhold. Skin soft as silk, eyes that sparkle like moonshine.
There's something that I NEED. I CRAVE it every night, Imagining its salty taste, Anticipation of the fight... ADDICTED and left wanting, Nobody understands...
They're like the hounds of hell, Relentless on your trail, Smelling your fear and hate, Feeds the space where there should be a soul.
The bodies and blood of wounded and dead, Are my joy, my wine and my bread, We fly high by the light of the moon, A fleeting shadow not seen till your doom.
#household. In the deepest darkest depths of your mind. There's a place where you can go to nobody can find. It's depravity and evil all rolled into one. It's a pit of self-loathing second to none.
Trained eye,. Sharp tongue,. Burnt alive,. And soul, unstrung,. Black hair,. Jade blood,. Pale wrist,. And caked in mud,. Glass bow,. Ice string,. Arrow flying,. Through the wing,. Bare hands,.
#nightdwellers Stalking you, Yes, indeed. Don't stop now, Please proceed. Rush along, Little sheep. All alone, No Bo Peep. You sense it, You sense me. Spotted now, Yes, I see.
They stalk me, The shadows. They know I've had a deal with darkness, And they want more. They're on the walls, On the floor.
In a dark dark house, Was a door, Made of mahogany, As was the floor. In a dark dark house, Was a room, With another door, A cold place, colder than a tomb.
Tired of longing, Restless in lust, A hunter of souls, Living in disgust, Still in shadows, Pacing the dark, Snatching breaths, Kindling sparks, Behind corners, On an opposite table, Lying in...
You, you demon,. Wings of flame,. Onyx eyes,. Inflicting pain,. You, you demon,. Blood of ice,. Bones of fog,. With luck of dice,. You, you demon,. Nettle tongue,. Dry ice smoke,.
Tomino Hell is a Japanese legend that if you read it aloud they say you will become cursed.
#acorns When karma comes, (Oh I'll be waiting), Bring your lucky charms, For when you reap the seeds you sow, You'll come to threefold harm.
Slowly creeping, Secret keeping. Taking souls, Leaving holes. Leaving pain, For personal gain. A tyrant old, Stories unfold, Beneath the stare, The stony glare, Of Death's dark eyes, You're petrified.
Hatred for the people,. For the human race,. For the every simple thought,. That crosses every face,. Hatred for all colours,. Skin and hair and eyes,. For the lilt in every voice,.
Your best features and finest traits. Forms all we see on her skin. But the glass in which you see beauty is fragile. This perfect layer is only too thin. Oh how innocence is an act of the dark.
#nightdwellers. Some chase the rain and get caught pissing in the wind. Others hear the thunderstorms from deep within. Some won't know if they'll lose or win.
#nightdwellers. Tracing inked creases between split rock,. A slinking dragon over each cracked block,. Onyx scales sleek as the night sky,. Fuel for your spirit he will supply,.
#household. Murder in the fireplace,. Darkened mind to keep your pace,. Craft the flames through sightless eyes,. Forge the fuse to spark the lies,. Murder in the fireplace,.
Cupcake of doom,. Batter of night,. Icing of gloom,. And sprinkles of fright,. Black cocoa powder,. Salt from the grave,. Flour of spirit,. And syrup I gave,. Egg from an eggshell,. Sharp as a knife,.