the entrapment of false words ( Read more... )

above the black rain-filled sky and ominous city lights ( Read more... )

an unfinished masterpiece i once loved ( Read more... )

violent are the flames in which we burn ( Read more... )

your initials carved in my flesh ( Read more... )

you're so pretty against a dark red sky ( Read more... )

lay down the sorrow ( Read more... )

i've been flying too low to the ground ( Read more... )

love is the calm thunder of a royal evening. the winter air brushing up against exposed flesh and bone. knifes and glass stroke deeper into the victim i once called valerosa. "the air is putrid with love and yet hatred for me, why is that ever so?" she used to tell me. all i ever did was choke romance until my lungs expired. but it wasnt enough for ( Read more... )

a mid-summer masquerade ( Read more... )