Something I wrote a while ago
Inspired by my favorite Volbeat song
The Hangman's body count
🖤🎶🤘
Title-The Gallows Edge.
Inspired by my favorite Volbeat song
The Hangman's body count
🖤🎶🤘
Title-The Gallows Edge.
You sit in fear all alone fighting again
As the sweet sound of suicide echoes through the jaws of the
darkness and is whispered with temptation ino your ear
again you quickly grab your lighter to ignite the flame of
Mary's kiss
Your only defense against the demons who have come once more to
toss you into the abyss
Of your own mind the place where all your nightmares come to life
haunting you With The memories of every dark deed and sin you
have committed that you try to erase by keeping them locked
in the past but no matter how hard you try it seems they will
never be forgotten in this world but tired of carrying this
burden of guilt you open your eyes to find your salvation as out
of the darkness steps a figure all dressed in black with a noose
tied rope hanging off his back and without hesitation you reach
for his hand as the Raven guides the through the valley of
darkness one last time to the Reaper your only friend now waiting
for you at
The Gallows Edge.
"Here and Gone August"
Leaf green’s the shaky scrape of a tree’s
arm
raking against the window.
Brushing back and forth
with each and every blowing breeze, gust or gale.
These the humid doldrums of here and gone August.
A tree's hands can be so thin,
his arms are sticks.
They look anorexic.
The poet Mahmoud the Palestinian said this after he loved
an Israeli woman: “And I love you despite my tribe, my city,
and the chains of customs, but I fear that if I sell everyone,
you will sell me, and I will return with disappointment.” After
he discovered that she did not love him and that she was an
intelligence spy for Israel, he said: I felt that my country was
occupied again.
Confession #1
I Love rain and hot coffee, while I read and eat dark chocolate.
When you don't rush, everything comes towards you. When you stop wanting to control, the world accommodates itself.
-Isis
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♡
All I ever will be an an object of desire, until you actually acquire me. Then you see my soul is a heavy bourden to bare, one which none desire when it's 4am and the world is a little bit too heavy.
No, unless it's the 4am where you crave my body and I willingly give myself to you in the only way you'll have me, you don't desire it.
♡
♡
All I ever will be an an object of desire, until you actually acquire me. Then you see my soul is a heavy bourden to bare, one which none desire when it's 4am and the world is a little bit too heavy.
No, unless it's the 4am where you crave my body and I willingly give myself to you in the only way you'll have me, you don't desire it.
♡
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