OJB: Lady Bellwether
**Lady Bellwether** Lady Bellwether, Lady Bellwether; Lady belle who'dn't ever weather; Lady Bellwether, Lady Bellwether; What say you, Lady Bellwether? Lady Bellwether, mother aplomb; Lady, without you; we'd be wrong; Lady Bellwether, we'll...
OJB: Absinthe
**Absinthe** In pain; world-weary, are ye? Burdened. Weighted with worry? Clouds clotting your sky, Every morning; you wake wishing to die~ Not me, not me; Y'see; I'm free, From your kind of tyranny~ Liquid oh-so green It is numbing. Now...
angels of death
Death, some welcome it. again dark poetry angels of death i call for you. i call for your mighty blow. i call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it.
angels of death
Death, some welcome it. again dark poetry angels of death i call for you. i call for your mighty blow. i call for the rotting flesh. i call for the suffering. i call to end it all, and start the suffering. i call to you. my blood calls it.
aslysum.
#1 of poetry reupload due to account change. i am happy with this dark poetry i make soo. dark dark poerty, deal with it. you tore me apart. -is it time?- you ripped out my heart -why this time?
Trick or Treat: Chapter 7 (Patreon Premium)
Set in the crook of her arm was a book of dark poetry that she had been making her way steadily through. she intended to finish it while staking out a spot in her favorite place of the city.
True Love 101
I had always been single, the typical suburb-goth, just another unnoticed wolf in the endless sprawl of furres, my only comfort found in dark poetry and blasphemous tones of industrial rock or death metal, as well as the constant addiction of internet role
Numb and Broken
His backpack back at the scene contained his identification, as well as a notebook full of dark poetry and crude drawings. upon examination of his room, there was a paper discovered on his nightstand by the bed.
Reconnecting the Family
poetry that she shared online.
When bear and horse meets
He used to be 'that guy' who wore black every single day and kept repeating dark poetry in between classes. most of us ignored him but me being the friendly polar bear that everyone loved (almost everyone) had to keep him company.
"TOTEMIC EARTH" + ALL MY CHARACTERS
-occupation: poet and writer of neo-classical poetry gothic horror and romance, macabre horror, mystery, occult, dark fantasy, abstract dark poetry, surreal, etc. a spiritual "student" of dante alighieri, edgar allan poe, and h.p.
Temple of Bloom (Finale)
She wrote dark poetry, she sang to the spirits in the woods, and she would howl at the moon from her roof top. her parents were at their wits end, and everyone in town was sure that if any child would be taken, it would be her. she was spooky.