Sinner"Rise and shine love." Lust whispered. "Not now, it's still too early." Joe and Sloth whined simultaneously. "Get your sorry ass up!" Shouted Wrath. "How the hell can you sleep at a time like this?" "Wrath!" Pride hissed warningly Joe let out a long deep sigh. "Could you all just shut up for five minutes? Look people, there are three things you need to get through your sorry skulls. One, I'm tired, Two, I don't care. Three, and most important of all, I don't care." "Aw, but Joe. We both know you are far too good for this situatioSinner
Inner DemonsNatural no doze night drags on Old habits die hard Sensations heighten Evil thoughts show spirits haunting my inner alleys Every horror must be here Bloodshot eyes won't see Tired ears now missing There is no safe in lonely No room for crying No time for screaming In haunted lives Guilt lined walls And run down minds Begin Alone End with No one Middle memories lost Blame the creator It only my fault Has, is, and always will be Until sleep brings the key These beasts will remain reaping whatever I sow There'Inner Demons
Something to cheer you upTear off that mask It's demeaning and ugly Showing only your sorrow and grief It's reflecting your soul To everyone you know Just how pitiful and wretched you are I don't care if it's your face It must be replaced There are thousands of others to choose Abandon those clouds Of misery and doubt This sadness will leave you soon So hold your head high and continue your life Fortune will be back eventuallySomething to cheer you up
ReflectionAlways the RoseAlways the quiet one, The shy one, The meek one.Always the Rose
Always the smiling one, The laughing one, The blushing one.
Eyes always filled with sadness, Sparked with gladness, Overflowing with compassion.
Hands always trembling, Mind remembering, Heart surrendering.
Love always reaching, Always seeking, Never finding.
Tears cascading, Sorrow raining, Fate reminding.
Always that girl, Tucked in a corner, There to hide,
But to who may be, That one dear love, I confide. &n
My KingdomEven in the dark, fabricated by the blanket pulled over his head—he felt safe. He was protected by the safety net that was the caressing darkness. He was in his own world now. He could pretend to be whoever he wanted—he could be whoever he wanted.My Kingdom
The thin comforter was transportation into a world of possibilities. The simple action of closing his eyes, cradling the phone and speaking in another’s voice was the real magic, giving him the mental illusion of being in another place.
He felt freedom, even though he was bound by vocalizing the thoughts and actions of his fantasy world
the devil's symphonyTattered wingsthe devil's symphony
Of fallen angels Rest unseen on a typical soul
tainted roses of corrupted love fall unnoticed
as hell's toll
innocence is a rarity
purity is a myth deception and greed is as common as money
love and compassion mean nothing in this world because life is but
the devil's symphony
You might like some of his stuff...
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{ This too will pass. }
You might like some of his stuff...
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{ This too will pass. }
Painting with Blood look like work with watercolours if it is blend with water.. The darker colour make putt a thick layer without water. After some time the work is brown, but when it is scanned, it's Red.
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find me a storm where the wild winds blow.
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