Sanctuary Curse
I watch the raven as it swallows the decaying meat that is in first sight. hidden beneath the moon the hollow winds swoon as i shift from shadow to shadow. concealed in darkness until first sun rise.
Requiem
Enough, but cold hearted things were said i regret them now as the snow melts and spills out of my hands the memories are too cruel, the memories are too painful, my breathing stops, along with my heart, for my soul is frozen and dead, and left to decay
Beautiful Waistland
Death and decay, blood and steam. i walk in a waistland. of my own creation. smiling as i see, the world of damnation. i wish their was someone i could show. without them crying, and weeping their woe. darkness creeps across the sky.
Nothing
The depression like a never ending decay causes pain and looms above every place you venture, following you like a shadow.
The Wolf Pack
Throat of the hull the pack sealing its fate two more fangs attacked at last sinking it devouring the prey in timeless seconds swiftly vanishing in the waters german flag swayed in accomplishment the prey lies at the bottom remains to decay
The Hunt
He will find himself ignorant to the stench of corruption, the sweet sepsis of decay and rot that eats away at our souls, and only too late will he find himself cast down by our eternal foes.'
Chapter 1
decaying bodies began to get up and look for more victims. the once prosperous city now ruined and silence like a grave yard. occasional screams of terror and pain could be heard indicating someone else becoming a victim.
US-Ch.1 Unbreakable Spirit
decaying bodies lay in cages dripping of mucus and bodily fluids. probably some poor imprisoned souls who'd been locked away and forgotten about. . the place reeked of death. she looked away considering her own fate.
soup kitchen dog brain explosion!!
Passing threw the business district i see random store fronts in earthy decay. there wasn't a sign of anyone helping the decay along.
Festering Darkness
The streets caked in rotting, decaying carcasses of the humans. humans that had become prey to the beasts which feasted voraciously on everything that moved and some that didn't.
The Decomposition of the Moon
The intangible darkness that is my heart you reach into it, and it fills the gaps between your fingers consuming your beautiful, slender arm far away in the distance, the decaying dreams spiral before the blurred moon that is simply decomposing my existence
Heligoland
I can point at the moon, exhausted, bored, decaying, and hope you don't stare blankly at my finger.