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#nightdwellers #beginningline Creeping silently under the veil of the night, The haunted wedding bells chiming in the moonlight. The sound of death nearing as the chimes began to fade.
The stars have fallen, The moon's on fire, All the flowers have wilted. The sun's stopped shining, The sky turned orange. All the planets have tilted.
Eyes to your heart, mirrors to your soul A deathly pain creeps you, eats you up whole. Tears floats in your iris, red glistens in your whites, Your lips upturned, crooked and dripping down in parts.
[B]lack rose, dark shroud on [L]ife grows weary, grows night [A]nd day merge into Grey [C]an you see me mummy.
The winter nights are here And the moon is cold and grey. It smiles down mirthlessly As night turns into day. The snowflakes race around, The dance and play and skip.
The roses are red From the blood that I shed And my head is beginning to spin. The violets were blue, Expensive and new A few weeks ago but now they're dead.
I fell in love with the night. And The radiance of the moon. I enjoy the dust of the dark. But hate day that will surely come soon. How lovely thoughts bloom. In the bask of the moon.
. Your like ice, Penetrating my skin; Crystalline daggers, Killing from within. <Pierce. <Perforate. < Tear me apart. Slice> Shred> Break my heart> <Cut.
Deaths lullaby. She dances in the mist. Cast from her own fears. Her life filled with tears. Calls to thee. The great queen of death. Take from her. Your last breath. Drain from her. Life's last pain.
#acorn Perfect sphere of scarlet flame, The fruit, as pure as snow, The skin, as red as blood, again, An apple, Wednesday's woe.
I've got a handful of bark from this tree, It tastes like cigars my grandma used to smoke. And I've made a wound with my knife in this tree, and when I stick my tounge in it tastes like. Honey.
Death's own immortal kingdom Rests on the other side of morning Its breath rises above the sweet air of living And it holds us down Clutches at us through the veil of night It devours No dignity No...
I spy with my pumpkin pie Green oozing boils And a pretty glass eye Angry gargoyles Crunching on bones Children screaming Running for their homes No ones dreaming This scene is for real Banshees...
Climbing, climbing, Up the walls. On the cieling, Through the halls. Climbing, climbing, Here they come. Thunder crashing. Wind of storm. Climbing, climbing. Thousand eyes.
#nightdwellers Wake me up when the light has gone and the moon comes out to play, When the frosted sky flickers into nigh' and there's naught left of the day.
Standing on the very verge of what was once a perfect world, With nothing but a shard of glass, an era, come to pass without a word.
Obsidian, black shadows dance on the ivory wall. Beasts hide in their eerie, onyx tentacles. Tangled, secrets whisper through the marble hall. Blood curdling screams rip from the raven corners.
#HalloweenParty #Blood Every drop is thick. Thick with thoughts unsaid. Every splash of blood. Accompanies the dread. Dread seeps through my pores. It joins the blood in dance. Every slice of skin.
Onyx black witches cloaks ripple like toxic water. Pearly white ghosts swirling through deathly silent, obsidian graveyards. Dazzling crimson eyes pierce with deadly glare.
#acorn #nightdwellers Fingers trace the smoke grey glass, Thick fog pours through the ashen grass, The sky is jet, a vast expanse, The black horizon takes its stance.
Cold hearts line the frosted floor, As hallow flames light up the door, Black tears of night fall to the ground, Crescendo hues spark all around.
Icy, ivory tentacles of mist swirl and curl around the obsidian grass. Cracked stones soars out the bitter, inky earth. A onyx black cloak slithers across the hostile ground.
Breathing slow,. eyes closed,. Under cold sheets of snow,. Frozen over,. holding your valentines rose,. Hidden underneath the rainbows,. Below painted silhouettes & shadows,.
#nature #snow A vocious sneer behind your smile, To fool a man just for a while. A smell of death behind your wings, Like crismon scarlet in the snow.