He etched my smile in
finger tipped blood carvings...
Darkling
sways, swoons upon...
Take a step back and make three knocks on the...
When the door opens don't try to explore...
My dark days might be like yours
I lock myself in my room...
Can't hide your sin from your soul,So you keep...
The rich smell of blood and hot gun oil,
Like carbon ensuing from a rifle...
Once again I hear the whisper of poisonous...
Conflicted and uncaring testing the walls that...
Here I lay upon the floor,
Not caring about life anymore...
I know you are there
you follow me everyday...
Sometimes
when I slip...
Warning: This is a terror core poem. The contents...
Every night she sneaks out to meet her secret...
Fire born of rapture lost,
visionary within an indigo...