Post by monapentacle666 on Feb 11, 2018 12:02:01 GMT -5
Words are all I ever have and if ever lost them I would not know what to do in this ice cold bone chilling world of stone and rusted steel. I need words to breathe and feel or I will succumb to the void and drown without a single breath hold down. Words are food for my mind and thoughts I have become something more a mistress of words and written wonders. I'am one who doe's not belong and spends my days adrift with pure sorrow and horror this my pay so pay me with words that cut and bite me red with ruby blood. Alone I sit in side my psychotropic alternative ambient dreams and cry my tears of glass and frost this place was created out of all of my negitive broken words and thoughs most of the I spend here is in wonder of abilities to let myself drown and hurt myself all over again this my fate made real and left to bleed out it's pain. I give brith to fears and make the vibrant with black I'am lonesome fearful creature and spirit who seeks shelter and silence beat once more dull lifeless heart as I lay my head on a gray tombstone with reason or rhyme. Confusion is a many hued bird with virues as it's plumage and all I can to is waitch with hopless abandonment through child like unseeing eyes. But how can it be that every time I look into the mirror I see a crisp perfectly white skull looking back at me through a shattered mirror as a blackened mist envelops me fore I'am the maiden and hermit the moon sets in this nightmare it is time to wakeup to the night. The trees that have all fallen like stars and wonder to myself is it time yet death shadows dance around my ghost as I turn into a ice cold corpse. My body is a pit and my soul is coal black hollow grave to lay my bones to rest with spider's weds and knifes. I look at my reflections in silenced lake of ash and see black eyes have replaced my own I float down into this lake unhappiness and crystalized bone. I'am tired and broken child in a field of dying roses and sharp thorn yet stay to weep and wash the dried blood from my bloody eyes a blue horse leads down into water never to return.