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The pale moon glowed with a sickly light, And a listless breeze disturbed the night, As down the shadow-haunted road, A tall, cloaked figure swiftly strode. A bony hand clasped a black, carved staff, As he swept his way along the path, And the trees with dismayed moans did sigh, As this morbid shade did pass them by. And where his twisted feet did tread, The ground itself grew pale with dread.
So this shrouded figure made his rapid way, To the dark necropolis, it’s walls tall and grey, A looming, forbidding cemetery, Yet here he did
Swing the HammerYou may see this as a surprise I’m laughing at my own demise This world is so goddamn deranged I don’t remember when things changed But one day I just had to say “Never again will I be prey” You really want to live forever?Swing the Hammer
Shit, what’s everybody scared of? While you wait for signs from above I’ll pull myself up from the mud I’ll raise a cup of my own blood And propose a toast to all the lies I spit into the Reaper’s eyes Come do your worst motherfucker…
I’ll shed this life like serpent skin With no remorse for all my sin No need to b
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How apt of this to appear like blood, The vampire\'s drink, To so intoxicate the senses, And turn the mind clean inside-out. Release through revelation, A labyrinth of razorblades. A million flickering angel kisses, Raise up, then slowly dissapates. Into the arms of Morpheus, Forever until the white wolf comes. And dream eternally of those angel wings, And a taste of blood, For a final, merciful, Soft, hard, burning, frozen, ecstatic, vampiric, Release.
perpetual nothingstruggling and juggling out of place whims on a scale of one hundred millionperpetual nothing
contemplative virtues. battling with barbed inspiration which feeds and takes of me, I drape comatose lids and hold my breath, hoping those white flashes offer a sign of what\'s left of my senses.
curling bouts of smoke born of my lungs clash with the
ocean swept scent of your burning incense; even the
physical is at odds with you. casting euphoric fingers between the airborne dust, your smoke licks my flesh.
even as I slay my masculinity, frus
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i appreciate that you took the time to peek at my work.
all the best
-fae
I don't know why people don't like rhyming anymore either. Oh well just fork them
i really appreciate it!
thank you!
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All I know is that I know nothing.
Thanks...I think. o_O
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Samantha J. Ballard
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