

FireflyBe my torch in darkness My gentle firefly Trusting but the path you light For what doubt should I feel Vines spiraled with thorns upon Cling tightly to my flesh The moon collapsed The sky a torrent Your spark all I have left Too far I watched you float away Frightened I outstretched my grasp Vacant now my world it seemed The air become stained black In my palm you rested Withering away The wolves in waiting Eyes ablaze Hungering for us Frail it seemed now you were And in my reach for you My panicked love had wrapped around &Firefly


OpheliaThrough the woods a girl came sadly Something broken in her chest She had dared to love another Alas, no better than the rest Up my path a girl came sadly Something opened up my doors I longed to stop her bleeding heart So I drew her to my shores Those you trust will hurt you badly Something now I'm sure you see Drown your tears in me my dear As you drown, my dear, in meOphelia
The color washes from her eyes Washes up upon my shore Its clouds rise gently to the skyline The sun, it shines nevermore Clawed, her hands did, gnarled and twisted Se


Untitled PoemEntrancing was the glow of the silent sun Curled within the sky's corners shining to no one Wrapping in within itself like a flower withered up Soft enough to lay upon so sharp she would draw blood Flickering against me and boiling my insides Desperately holding on to the hope I can't ignite And when the flower starts to wilt and the petals rain like ash Volcanic Babylon my goddess peeling back my flesh The moon a succubus in waiting saw the fire out And stopped the embers but only shortly with its jagged mouth Trust not my wretched whispers the moon said of its gleam Our sorroUntitled Poem


StarscreamWrap me in the dark And let's call it your arms Abandon the abyss of everything we are Resent your own perception Dividing what we see Drown the monster I've become if it would give you wingsStarscream
We march to death with our pale breath The warmth of your chest in our caress Cut by your neck to which my lips are pressed When you walk away, I'm not hard to forget
I'd scream you a love song If I thought you were there The bouncing of our voices Beauty and Despair Scar my heart into your side And I'll paint yours in mine This is how I'll waste
| I'm a writer I generally tend to write songs. I draw a lot too, but as I have no scanner, you probably won't ever see those. My writing is filled with made up words as well as spelling and grammar mistakes. Some of it is intentional. Some isn't. Ignore it |
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"There were 2 people standing by a road. One of them was an artist, and the other didn't have money either."
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"There were 2 people standing by a road. One of them was an artist, and the other didn't have money either."
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