Posts Tagged ‘ abuse ’
upon the cliff that is kissed by the tide stands still a bunker just like me down the roads by the sea where downy county of old england beckons me unto thee and those hands of a dragon nor less dragonish in heart could poke my wound and heal? and when the blood is wept [ READ MORE ]
even in breaths at her window pane she write her love yet something refrain her love like a color her love like a stain you ignore her for it’s just another window plain a cold white snow flake stuck in deep of her bleeding heart like a stake graven in wreath of her own heart [ READ MORE ]
fall rain through darkest clouds you past fall rain your blackest sky’s apart fall rain a thousand piercing darts fall rain you as long as i last in rain i bear upon my head in rain of lifeless love you bled i must feel soaked in rain conceal your rain i drain cold rain you [ READ MORE ]
female: my mind a hole black and blank yet there a world of love to give I’m bound to a soul hurt and mute that is mine and all i ever knew male: with you…I’m forever here stuck in a black hole but i do not really fear from here i know i will never [ READ MORE ]
part 1: the virgin in white with her head downward shall wolves of the dark woods be her comfort spotted like a goddess by the moons sword to my eyes, as white as her skin of delicate “As i mourn on the floor the smell of death near me was coming slow its silence was [ READ MORE ]
breathing machines cannot feel if my world is fake or real it will cost me breaths and sighs to hold on there are places I have been fucked up pictures I have seen i will mend them into the skies and just move on if i have a heart that cried to hold it through [ READ MORE ]
dinning table smiles she’d swallow some down with pain to avoid the cries she’d listen to outside rain she have to finish this plate to cry out the pain on her own her breaths hum out hate for a life that is outworn it’s a year before she sneaks into the room that is messed [ READ MORE ]
I’m laying here lifeless looking at the hooks and strings my dying fear for your presence is a frying taste of my salty blood which dried around my bruises and scars that held me for you to devour the best of my life i bled with crimson streams I’m dying here nameless cursing at your [ READ MORE ]
some drops of tears are lost in the bed sometimes i died on this restless bed some bits of fear are ripped out of heart some thoughts are carved on my frozen heart pleased with all your prisoned fashion lash on me all your weak aggression tied with memories you puked on my cradle lulled [ READ MORE ]
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