I can feel it round my neck
a set of ribbons three
Crimson, burgundy and black
and they were choking me.
I started to unwind the threads that stole my breath
and found them there together a knotted tangled mess.
Three we be and bound so tight, to live and breath
To die or fight...
The first one to come loose was wine drenched burgundy-
It fought and struggled violently to choke the life from my pale throat and cling to ebony.
The threads of fate, it's hard it seems
To sever these three, to sever these three.
Blessed Ebony, seemed loathe to leave my neck, caressing the soft flesh with it's silken strand.
Burgundy it would not leav
I want to drown in the depths of my sorrow,
rip the traitor's heart out from my breast.
watch the body quiver and quake.
Watch it die the death it deserves.
Hollow
Broken
Trembling in my fears shadow...
I need to release the rage
buried deep inside
hiding behind the shame and sorrow.
The shame- I want it to suffocate me.
Hollow
Broken
Unsure of myself
Cursing my foolishness.
Why don't you just show me, out in the open
the depths of the emotion, seething, flowing
barely controlled in the decaying pit of your heart.
Love, hate, fear, envy- names to primordial things,
Things that sprang from creation at it's peak.
Were we created to love?
Created to hate- destroy, annihilate and main?
Are we either creatures of peace or war and nothing in between?
Are we lovers, are we friends, What am I to you?
Your lackey
Your thief
Your tormentor
Your secret keeper
Your friend
Your lover
Your slave or your master?
Inhibitions keep you closed from the world
I want to know your world- my love.
Shatter, Break, Bend by Immortalis-DeSade, literature
Literature
Shatter, Break, Bend
Every heart is affected-
pulsing throbbing beating..
Torn to shreds by a callus word.
Tears shed in the quiet dark, hidden from the world.
I mirror yours, tears spilling down ivory cheeks the pain rips through us both.
No one understands.
No one understands at all
Giving in is tearing us apart.
Dear one, sweet you - those tears hurt more than a thousand piercing arrows.
Pain's tearing at my soul.
If I could soothe that pain, I'd die a thousand deaths for you.
Shatter, Break, Bend by Immortalis-DeSade, literature
Literature
Shatter, Break, Bend
Every heart is affected-
pulsing throbbing beating..
Torn to shreds by a callus word.
Tears shed in the quiet dark, hidden from the world.
I mirror yours, tears spilling down ivory cheeks the pain rips through us both.
No one understands.
No one understands at all
Giving in is tearing us apart.
Dear one, sweet you - those tears hurt more than a thousand piercing arrows.
Pain's tearing at my soul.
If I could soothe that pain, I'd die a thousand deaths for you.
Why don't you just show me, out in the open
the depths of the emotion, seething, flowing
barely controlled in the decaying pit of your heart.
Love, hate, fear, envy- names to primordial things,
Things that sprang from creation at it's peak.
Were we created to love?
Created to hate- destroy, annihilate and main?
Are we either creatures of peace or war and nothing in between?
Are we lovers, are we friends, What am I to you?
Your lackey
Your thief
Your tormentor
Your secret keeper
Your friend
Your lover
Your slave or your master?
Inhibitions keep you closed from the world
I want to know your world- my love.
I want to drown in the depths of my sorrow,
rip the traitor's heart out from my breast.
watch the body quiver and quake.
Watch it die the death it deserves.
Hollow
Broken
Trembling in my fears shadow...
I need to release the rage
buried deep inside
hiding behind the shame and sorrow.
The shame- I want it to suffocate me.
Hollow
Broken
Unsure of myself
Cursing my foolishness.
I can feel it round my neck
a set of ribbons three
Crimson, burgundy and black
and they were choking me.
I started to unwind the threads that stole my breath
and found them there together a knotted tangled mess.
Three we be and bound so tight, to live and breath
To die or fight...
The first one to come loose was wine drenched burgundy-
It fought and struggled violently to choke the life from my pale throat and cling to ebony.
The threads of fate, it's hard it seems
To sever these three, to sever these three.
Blessed Ebony, seemed loathe to leave my neck, caressing the soft flesh with it's silken strand.
Burgundy it would not leav
yeah, I intend to be more active here. Got hit with a good dose of creative impulse that needs to come out. Expect some new stuff in a few days while i brush the dust off my brain .
So this is my big break, I'm ready to start putting my stuff up here. Mostly poems and short stories but I'll be getting a scanner soon so hopefully some of my drawing will go up. Ha not like anyone will like them though. But yeah I'm here just being me, hoping to eventually find/ bribe kickss (https://www.deviantart.com/ss) artists into drawing a few of my OC characters.