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+ more bio informationBLOODLUST The perfection found reflected in the darkest drops of rain Is adequately suited to the pleasures of my pain Dark rivers of the heart let my blood run cold and black Though bloodlust proves never enough to fulfill the pleasures that I lack I have obsession with the raindrops and yearning for his touch Though mere t...
WHISPERS IN THE DARK Fragile nightmares bled into the fabric of waking dreams A stir of echoes, whispers of a presence both deadly and unseen Monstrous revisions to a world of technicolor paintings When the colors fade to black and grey and no soul is left untainted The hearts and minds of gods and monsters bled their sorrow...
FOR AMY Madness and melancholy Woven together like the heartbeats of forsaken lovers Smiles like death upon their faces Somber and enticing, gracefully willing To crawl naked unto the pleasures of flesh Lulled sleepless by ecstasy Awake in dream states, cruel and enchanting Where beauty has no name, but loses itself in shado...
WHERE DOVES GO TO DIE An autumn mist of death and lust October rainfall Seeping through my soul And as the world is dead and cold it becomes closer to me Forever sick and passionate An eternity of sorrow With your mask of misery etched upon my soul You speak of empty promises and leave me here alone Where doves go to die The...
CAN SCIENCE SETTLE THE QUESTION OF WHETHER MONEY CAN BUY HAPPINESS? The question of whether or not money can indeed buy happiness is largely dependent upon how the individual chooses to define what makes them happy. Such a definition is generally based upon personal life experience, the values taught to them in childhood and...
SOULS IN THE BEYOND The scars of war and heartache wash away like clear blue raindrops down her thighs And as Medusa tames ophidian, drops of light pour down from clearer skies Because we all want something beautiful, something sacred and divine And as the sadness washed away, she suddenly became beautiful in his eyes So dan...
TEARDROPS ONTO ROSES I would rather die quickly while standing on my feet Than be forced to live forever just begging on my knees I'm sorry my dear boy but I will never be your whore You seek only pleasure in moments passing and I live my life for romance and war So tie those ribbons up my back as that boned satin corset hug...
WIDOW OF CATASTROPHE Upon the cold and barren flesh, a formless misery descends Unto the dreary confines of a somber widow's lair and mourning dress Beyond locked doors and windows in heavy linen cloaked The sorrow of death's unending cast of shadows, steal the light of days Lonely whispers of a lover lost, chill the air, th...
CHRISTINA Her fingertips severed like a porcelain doll's, having been left out in the rain all night Untouched by morning's sunshine dripping through the tree line, sketching sentimental horizons There is a refined chaos here; it makes one feel as though order manifests itself just as anticipated And you're the trespassing f...
THE DYING GARDEN There were valleys lined with withering roses Sinking into twilight like somber silhouettes Ode to the moonlight, stilled in nighttime hours Petals faltering with a calm indifference Coming into death, wilting into shades of black Row upon row of memories forlorn With flowers marking sentiments, souring with...
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