The thoughts that I should
never think always finds a...
Tentacles of fear wrapped around a soul,
dragged closer to the precipice of nothingness...
Crushed and surrounded by the brittles of earth
Gasping drastically as dirt kills a soul's birth...
Take a paper, Take a pen,
Take a story, Take a voice...
Blood, Oh sweet blood...
Flowing smoothly through veins of ice...
The urge to destroy
It bubbles slowly through my veins...
Walking down a street of nightmares marked with...
rain from gloomy skies fill deep crevices of...
Shores are not always serene,
Clouds are not ever-peaceful...
Powerful in presence
The ability to never die...
The shy grows eerie
The sun begins to set...
He wears a cloak as black as the night with a...
He watches the hourglass like a vulture stalks its...
Promises are burning
in the empty, hollow street...