Sense of Self
There is a voice inside myself That no one else can hear It shouts and screams all day through Hoping to be heard. There's also someone inside myself That no one else can see They run and jump hysterically Trying to be seen. This is the...
City of the Damned
Another poem a shadow moves with grace slow and confident within the darkness of this street long and winding like a frigid vein in this disgusting city there are no treasures left here many dreams have found their graves here and none who settle
Curse Part 1
Seconds later they would vanish back into the dark streets, it was all rather surreal. eventually the car glided to a halt. "so tell me again why we're taking the subway rather than driving the whole way?" mr.
send me home
White is the moon. In a sea of black. Dark is its hue. Stone as pale as light. Light as dark as night. We all hail the moon. Blood as red as crimson. Falls from the sky. To fill a dead mans cup. We're all born to die.
bleak poem
What is Darkness? What is Light? What is the struggle of life? What is the ease of life? The cuase of Death? The fruition of Rebirth? Why the ease of pain? Why the hardness of living? Drowns the sorrow of things In the pool of Blood...... Why...
Darkness and Light
the darkness i see, my friend i perceive, in truth, my enemy, bringing death to me. i grow weary of the dark, the stifling enemy that binds; i would replace with light, the light that strengthens minds.
Hearts Light
Entities of light. Why do you have so much spite, for those who live in darkness? Entities of light. Why is it right, for you to destroy the night? You build your cities, and fight so many. As we watch from a far, we feal the world...
Nightmare, Nightmare Chapter 3
Selene was taking another break from her research. She had to before she blew something up. She was in the complete dark to what Twilight was researching when the accident happened. She's been focusing on any book that had info on teleportation. Maybe...
Curse Part 2
The monsters dwelled in the dark but the streets are where the real freaks came out to play, especially in this part of the city. and judging by the way his fur puffed up and his ears went flat, he just found that out.
Nightmare
A cold zephyr brushes against my figure I open my eyes and sit up with a shiver I slowly look around in the place that I'm in Spotting deep red clouds filled with the embodiment of sin I slowly get up, my breath freezing in air Trembling, feeling the...
Solitude
Alone, in the dark, abandoned, deserted, eternity in solitude.
Poem
The darkened clouds spewing forth bolts of lightning to kill the darkness. the flames don't burn my soft skin as i stare at the darkness, himself. my sword drawn as i am lifted up by wings of gold.