Undead Love
Aged hearts turn dust to dust, Together, side by side, Within a wisened undead lust, Their withered hands clasp tight in trust.
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Aged hearts turn dust to dust, Together, side by side, Within a wisened undead lust, Their withered hands clasp tight in trust.
The little girl In the red hood Beware the wolf As you do your good She ventured far Alone and distracted Realized she was lost But he was attracted...
Entrance to the deathly maze, A gate of bronze and steel, Delirious, hysteric craze, Of which the mind can't heal.
#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,.
#household We stand still , Still as the moon, Drifting in peace, Steady as the earth, Not touching, no breath, Paralysed, Paranormal,...
The moon hung, languid, in the sky, The sun and dawn. A far-off cry. My muscles turned, contorted, strained, And suddenly, great strength I gained.
#nightdwellers. Meet me here,. Upon this earth,. Where, to our darkness,. We gave birth,. A single move,. The blood was drawn,. For us to prove,. We needn't mourn,. An athame,. Of lifeless steel,.
Marvellous traction in moving inaction, A terrifying motion, unwittingly chosen, Turning wheels and clinking chains, Miraculous machine in pouring rains, Carving your name into the bark, Holding you...
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.
Nocturnal & sewn into the night. Silent & brisk out into a city of lights. Blade at hand, alongside the reaper they stand. Fear in the air, looking out into a dark dreamland.
Here friend, I beg, come close, and let me see your face,. 'Tis dark this hour, this witches night, I fear a fall from grace,. You're tall dear stranger, wandering lone, why do I tremble so,.
#household. Pale face and misted eyes,. Past, a blur, a blur of lies,. Flowing hair of white and grey,. Passing through the town one day,. Walked through walls and open doors,.
I'm off to visit a friend this weekend, A day and night of quiet bliss.
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,.
Hooded, cloaked, obscured from sight,. Riding through the dead of night,. She may never stop to rest or play,. From the dusk of night to the dawn of day,. A message, she bears, marked on her skin,.
Oh great maker that I was taught, Free us from this pain and hurt, Hear my sorrow filled lament, Touch their heart that they repent.
Beady red eyes. Pitch black hair. You'll rule. The darkening air. Bones of a live man. Blood of the dead. Give people something. Worth having dread. A ravens feather. As dark as night.
The light rain trickled across her cold cracked face, She knelt solemnly in the heavy morbid mist, Enslaved by her frosty love-lost embrace, As she mourned for a lover she dearly missed.
Creep through the twilight woods, Full of iridescent illusions, Darkness laced around your hood. A night of hunting has begun, Full of moonlit mysteries, Where sense becomes undone.
#nightdwellers Eerie feelings here, As the buildings lay unused. The paths here are empty, And the flowers dead, unmused. And inside the manor house.
Scythe in hand,. And knife in hair,. Eyes of glass,. With icy stare,. Patchwork face,. And sewn black lips,. Needles strung,. Around the hips,. Bow hooked over shoulder blade,.
#nightdwellers The mist creeps over the forest A quietness surrounds. The full moon is at its purest, lighting this sacred ground.