Dark Embrace
The dark embrace of death so sweet. Claims me as i lay beneath. Chained and shackled on the ground. Burned by fire i fight Hell's hound Blackened, scarred, no longer there.
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The dark embrace of death so sweet. Claims me as i lay beneath. Chained and shackled on the ground. Burned by fire i fight Hell's hound Blackened, scarred, no longer there.
The ABC of my Opuss family: A is for @Ashhkat who is ever so bubbly. B is for @Bunts who is a laugh and @Bryanrobertheap who is my hubby.
I see you Walking, But to no one Talking, You're all by yourself in the street. Just lonely And tormented, Mad and Demented, Why do you torture yourself and not eat.
Why that all of a sudden i'm feeling so inspired. I've never had someone who i've really admired. I used to think to myself that love was over rated. Love was a hard subject to mention, one I hated.
Hundreds of thousands of years go by and slowly change takes place. Evolution gradually happens in creatures and landscapes through time and space.
It only ever happens twice per year. What is it you ask. You'd love to hear. A solstice when the day and night Both equally win their great fight. Bet you'd never heard of the thing.
Recollection of my childhood collection. Thinking back to many years ago before I knew about the bird's and the bee's. I sit here and smile because I remember distant but happy childhood memories.
These sleepless nights are starting to take it's toll on me. Every night, everything off, eyes open, darkness is all I see.
Along the footpath I shall walk, to see the end that is not. I'm no longer scared, of being unprepared. I'll simply stroll, until I come across my soul..
I look at the moon. When it's noon. I wait and wait. And hope in faith. That I won't change. But I'll age. Centuries alive. On a cursed life. Immortality in a were. Is unheard of here.
Saw your face, Saw your smile. A sigh of relief, As I've liked you for a while. Over you came, Taking my hand. "let's dance," you said, As we covered the land. I was brought in by you, About to kiss.
#Household A teenage boy was told to practise his kissing in the mirror in his bedroom. He did not realise by doing this ritual strange feelings would soon loom.
What do we have here. Two eyes peeking in through the glass. A drenched little kitten sat all cold in the garden on the grass. I looked sadly for the poor little fur ball sat in the pouring rain.
I once knew a man named Dwight, Who lived soon the isle of wight, He ran across the golden sands, And accidentally Ate a one man band. He met simon, the weirdo with the beardio.
So just leave me to the hounds You think I'll give a damn.
Prod me, poke me, Torment me if you dare. But push things too far And you move within my lair. For though I may be patient, And take things on the chin, It would seem I have a dark side...
PLEASE READ THIS AND GIVE ME YOUR OPINION. :) xx -Emily xx You played me for years, Time and time again. Could you not have left the deck, And saved me all the pain.
The paint's chipped, piles lie on the ground, Dust outlines the shadows of objects never found, The cobwebs of beauty that lace each door way, Wherever the darkness falls is where it is to stay.
Time, a concept to control the masses. Money, a contract to hold onto the classes..
When my last day comes, the day that I leave The day that is the last day in which I breathe I'll just smile and smile as if I've never tried And know that I loved until the day that I died.
Commitment is my problem... And I have no idea why. But I find it hard to stick to something, Make a success and watch it fly. Maybe because it scares me, To get attached when it'll leave.
Walking through cities and towns, you see these youngsters full of drugs. Sitting down ally ways and down back streets as the world just shrugs.
I was on my way down to school, When suddenly I started to drool, For right infront of my eyes, An ice cream truck lies, And when I've paid for my food, I continue on my way.
A good friend in the end: It goes without saying recently that I've been a bit quiet. I suppose it was all the fuss about that dumb copying that riot...