Crimson Tears of My Demise---
In and out of relationships like underwear.
Oya.Smooth.
But I think I'm almost out of my emo gang rape mood.
Gone now.
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Majickal ChildDeep red petals fell gracefully to the mahogany table top. Littering the glossy surfaced antique with it's own blood. A rose by any other name.. would still smell as sweet, no? Watching as the fragile gift spread it's wings, losing one petal after the other. Scarlet tears consumed the crystal vase, tinting the already darkened water a dark scarlet. How can a dying creature, once full of life, be so beautiful? No sympathy for the majickal child of the great Goddess.. Only adoration and infatuation. There was a time.. when no thought would be put into such a quiet entity, but now.. tears of human joy mixed with the blood of the simple seraphim.Majickal Child
by ~xmilenkox
EssenceLike a sweet red rose, Wine accenting thine own lips. Crushed velvet pressed to mine, Moments of bliss lost for all time. Each petal falls Like a dream forgotten. Tumbling silently down, Into crimson pools. Scarlet droplets Tainting perfect flesh. Streak thy blood Across mine own lips. Let me taste you. Your fear. Your essence.Essence
by ~xmilenkox
Teen Angst AhoyThe night my world fell.. Was the night I learned the truth. My love had gone forever, Not a trace of apology left. The night the heavens dropped And burdened me with her weight.. The love I had once longed to give, Had retreated back inside. The day the sun beamed down on me.. With her golden rays so loving.. Was the day my heart cried out in fear, Spilling it's last tear. The day that shining tool Rested so gently within my hand.. Would be the day my heart no longerTeen Angst Ahoy
by ~xmilenkox
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by ~Hydrochloric
My Father is DyingMy father is dying So I sit here crying A thousand memories flood thru my mindMy Father is Dying
My father was gentle My father was kind All these strengths in him drain
My father is weak now My father is quite He is afraid the men will take him away
My father is trapped My father is blind He is in a hospital room but doesn’t know it
My father is happy My father is scared
The things he can see aren’t even there
My father is clear
My father is awake Talk to him while you can
My mother is making plans My un
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