I don't have the power ( Read more... )

This is one of my favorite Edgar Allen Poe poems, here he demonstrates a matery of language the likes of which are not seen too much in modern poetry. oh how i wish to become as good as he ( Read more... )

Starring into the abyss, I see you ( Read more... )

Hear these words spill from wounds of sorrow
A dirtied soul lay brutally defiled
Raped by fear, cradled by isolation
The words I've said lay in desolation
All I want to say (to you) burried in a putrid pile
There is just one request I ask, that is for you to be there tomorrow

Beautiful siren tattered and torn ( Read more... )

Something in the heavy rain ( Read more... )

I’ll dig your lifeless carcass from the ground ( Read more... )

Your death was brutal grotesque so beautiful ( Read more... )

Screaming through the silence is my confession ( Read more... )

Between night and day where the body wastes away
there lies a burial ground/ mans riches lay in ruin.
God- like souls- mere magotts feasting on the festering carcass.
Violent screams redemption sings as it carves a home in her wrists.
The blood of a prostitute spills onto the rotting ground
drowning the existance of the human race.