This is about my Sister, God, and I.All around me lay the dead. Lonely thoughts still filled my head. My life for hers, I'd gladly give . The straight and narrow for thee I led. Out of my life, it seams you sped. So many tears for her I shed. A drawn out life for me I dread . And... See More »
The Life of Edith ColeHer life came to- a sudden end for Edith Cole, my only friend. She had lived- with dreadful guilt, around herself -a wall she built. Demons in -her life she fought. They'd bicker back -and forth a lot. To the heavens -her prayers would drift,... See More »
Gothic poetry....Collecting BonesBelow the dark and crusty earth, a cemetery in its birth. Endless expanse of passage ways, encase the bones of ancient plagues. Millions of souls that met their death, as each one took their final breath. Verman and fleas dispersed disease,... See More »
I write dark poetry... ETERNAL LOATHSOMENESSMACABRE screams shriek like banshees in the gloom of night, scarring my subconsciousness along the way. FRACTURED thoughts puncture through my neurotic mind, as horrid feelings ooze deep from within. MOROSE silence fill the dawning light, spanning... See More »
I write dark poetry........ "Solace"The darkened terror inside my soul, has clench it's fist and won't let go. Exploring for a place to hide, a place much farther deep inside. I will accept that it exists, the dark inside me seems to fit. I am surrounded everywhere, of wretched... See More »
I write dark poetry. "PAIN"I ache from the depths of my soul. I implore you to give me no more. I'm dead in my heart, I weep in the dark. I'm shackled in chains to my core. I'm embalmed from my veins to my mind. I'd adore someone who'd be mine. I'm so very bitter, each day... See More »
Sad poetry...Called HomeThese gates are placed in cement. These gates encase your kin. These gates are made to keep things out, and keep the dead within. This place is for those deceased. This place for those entombed. This place is for the lonesome souls, to dwell, to... See More »
