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In dark stone hallways I linger; hidden. Only the shadows you see. A ghost, a spirit, An apparition, Is all that I am to thee. A morbid plot Of execution Swirling about deep inside.
"Bonne nuit, mi cherie." My mother whispered to me as she lifted the scratchy blankets over my body. "Nuit." I replied simply.
Taylor beckons for me as I sweep the staircase. I put my duster on one I the steps and walk over to his room. The walls were a pink rose colour. The tiles on the floor were blue with silver lining.
Heart aches, like a stab. Happy heart attack. I've got something to show you. My bleeding heart, it bleeds for you. Heartache, hard to breathe. There's something I want from you.
My love.. Angel from above.. Raven hair.. So fair... Be there.. Our lair.. My cutie.. Such beauty.. To love is our duty.. The moor.. One I adore.. You fill my core.. Embrace.. The taste..
(Just another experiment so please bare with me!) The first time I saw her the ghostly form of her body both terrified and transfixed me to my soul.
Here I am, mistress of the stars, It is me you will worship forever, With stained sorrows, bleeding scars, With joyful, joyful endeavours, Worshipped, my lullaby breath, Deep in the Pitts of my...
Souls are hanging from the tree. Tonight. Your body dangling next to me. Tonight. Memories dripping from the leaves. Emotions recently bereaved. Them demons have caught up with thee. Tonight.
Part 1 As everyone knows,this world is living and endless to the universe . But bad things happened back in the old days , back when Vladimir dracular was alive.
Standing angel, wings of light, how is it your not as bright. Dark in the light. The bleeding sun you rejoice at the sight. What is this in your wings of gold. Strings of black appearing.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, the air fills my nose with the freezing reek Of winter.
This is an incredibly short story I wrote for my A-Level Literature course and like the majority of my poetry it has resurfaced lately...
All for you..... I'll tear my fragile soul apart 'Till my end and from my heart. I walk these streets inspired Seeking my hearts desires. I'm frozen under a weeping willow, tears falling and I...
For you lol hope you don't mind too, enjoy.
I took the four walls of your bedroom and painted them in black Covered up the red just like a fuckin heart attack Now send me down and sing me to sleep Darlin, just ignore the stories They aint...
Part one. Tawer sat alone, watching the skies above him while listening to the music that blared from the earbuds in his ears.
The new room was a copy of the one I woke up in. The only difference was that in the center of the room there was a few somethings sitting around a small table. Curious, I walked closer.
She stood alone. Her small, bare, and silvery feet gleamed in the black mirror of marble beneath her.