Poems by Israfel

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  • There are two types of beauty
    One is black, the other white...

  • If these wings are becoming of me,
    with their familiar shade of black...

  • Is it for the blood or the passion
    For the need or the lust that's within...

  • The bones that stain this meadow
    make a sound so thin and sweet...

  • He captures me with haunted eyes
    As the music fills the room...

  • The tears that fall from my fragile eyes
    are all I have left...

  • They're awful,
    These people that do these things...

  • I dont know how much more I can take. I wonder how...
    this heart is ready to give in, theres no way I...

  • Who sent you?
    Was it God...

  • F**ck!
    She clutches her arm...

  • The pulsing beat of the music hums, caressing each...
    Standing in the middle of the crowd, she found her...

  • The other shape,
    If shape it might be call'd, that shape had none...