I Dream of the Deep
The walls speak falsely of their type, the glass ripples and jumps to the wind's pipe. endless towers bright and bold, what stories do you tell beneath the waves, trapped as you are by oceans blue?
Lockdown (read at your own risk)
I know because i've joked about these kinds of things before due to my dark humor in life and i have experienced it myself (sadly, it was all a false alarm because some kid decides to bring a knife), but i want to make this a serious one.
Sonnet 1
For in your public presence i know fear your blade, so cruel, these wounds unseen inside so thus it is i should not yield to touch your ill visage my sight cannot abide for so to do have i decreed too much and yet still do upon desire you tug so false
Your Loss Not Mine
Gone by that i have not imagined a life with you in my arms not a day has gone by when i don't wonder if i wronged you friends assure me that it's "your loss" yet i still think of you i picture your face, i imagine your smell my wondering mind thinks of false
Your Loss Not Mine
Gone by that i have not imagined a life with you in my arms not a day has gone by when i don't wonder if i wronged you friends assure me that it's "your loss" yet i still think of you i picture your face, i imagine your smell my wondering mind thinks of false
Born Of Chaos Ch. 6
His false smile was again plastered on his face as his insides roiled with annoyance at her. "come my love." he took a step back, allowing her enough room to climb out of the bed.
Jonas' Stories, Chapter 1 - Lonely Days
All the excitement and false hearings had worn him down and he was drifting into a deep sleep ... jonas was sound asleep by the time two figures walked up to the door.
She Woke Up In The Woods
So wide that she actually noticed the glassy stare of his false eye. how was it that she never noticed it before then? the way he'd looked at her, she couldn't focus on anything but that false eye.
this song is I don't really know how to put a title on it
Becaus eone loves me.i'm the blade of the scrafice that kills the mice of silence.this story never end with everyone dead i with tread on the bodies so softly.this horse has been like a rabbit and and bitch to all this.this shapeshifter can no longe rtake his false
The reason I live.
Put on a show, false wit on the forefront. giggle, laugh; enough to dispel questions. look internally; problems to confront. wipe away a tear and accusations. sigh as i stand here; thoughts lost in a haze.
Forelorn
Demons of false religion stand at bay. incorruptible, yet, we are corrupted throughout with subjectivity--this is our story, the human story. we are the essence of man--seeking to be of another world, yet we are bound tight to the earth.
poem of years long ago
Sick of going to bed alone knowing that i will never be in the arms of a lover instead always curled up on a floor holding my self so that i feel the slightest bit of love wich is fake for i hate myself and every thing i am for i am nothing i was shown a false