In the dead of night, into darkness I slip
The devil's vines pull me into my nightmares grip...
Nocturnal whispers reveal secrets
plunged in liquor of moonlit alchemy...
The rhyming scheme of this poem is ABAB and the...
The air burns my skin along with my eyes...
A women in red
can see the dead...
Crimson liquid spluttered everywhere,
The fume of the room stinks like hell...
How can I live this way
You have to follow the rules...
The blood is everywhere
her head is pounding...
A game
A glutted feed for me...
Tell me one more lie,
Slap it in my face...
How many times have we been forced to undergo the...
How much have we been compelled to forget...
Your are a beautiful shrine,
an angel sent from god...
I mutilated your thoughts before you uttered them,
played with the silver necklaces of trust...