Showing results for tag "Dark"
The Curse of Nyx.
Pride Ed
18 Jun, 2015 07:28 PMAmidst the blackness of a frost-covered glen, Charon sought the help of his darkest kin: “Beautiful Nyx, I elicit thee For thy shadow’s baleful trickery! A night hath worshiped thine darkling sin. Prithee, dear Nyx... Come unto me.” Nyx: “Dearest Charon, who calls me with glee, Why hast thou summoned me?”Tags: Dark, Spells, Moon, Mythology
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Death Row
James Catherson
14 May, 2015 04:36 PMHands deep in my pockets Sweat filling legs Walking with anxiety Reaching closer Arriving affront the gates of hades Heart stopping Insides leaking Life struck insight of death Gripping me by my neck Pealing deep into my esophagusTags: Dark
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The Neverending.
Pride Ed
08 Jan, 2015 09:17 PMI find you rattling my cage at midnight; bones exposed, rapping on the iron bars that trap the clandestine, and the lucifugous. The beatings were nonstop, almost profuse in nature with invectives that I’ve howled at the moon (like scared children in rags, we howled at the moon), and the cold stars wept salted tears that feltTags: Pain, Dark, Sadness, Anger, Hate, Death
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The Corruption.
Pride Ed
08 Jan, 2015 09:15 PMSo precious; so useless; this Tree of Virtues has perished amidst my angry tempest, laid to waste by carnal desire. I’ve realized many moons ago, that brutality and lust are the same as we delighted in the tremulous movements of the frightened! Diabolical wraiths extol our actions; haughty arroganceTags: Sins, Hell, Dark, Anger
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Silent Hill
Dead Empty Soul
08 Nov, 2014 10:39 AMThe bell who tolls only for the dead, A reminder of our curse The nightmare set like chains onto our souls Sirens who are off in the distance, the dark that always comes A woman dressed in black, The darkness cannot hurt her Can you hear the silent tears, can you see the silent cries Do not trust the damned, Death is at their feetTags: Insane, Darkness, Dark, Death
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Questions
Jakob
30 Oct, 2014 04:47 AMDarkness erodes my state of mind And beckons me to listen The freeway of death, the keeper of time Has scared me to a stiffen Looking up I cannot tell What lies beyond this world Looking down. That's how I fell And twisted my mind in curls Through storms I've lost Through storms I've foundTags: Dark, Disturbed, Alone
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crunch Goes Their Skull
Andrew Smailes
04 Apr, 2014 03:40 PM(to the sound of pop goes the weasel) Chase them round the town at night. Their presence seems revolting. Break their ankles with a hammer. Then cave their skulls in. Drag the body back down the road. Avoiding other people. If someone happens to see you though. Then pop goes that weasel. You may ask, what's the point?Tags: Insane, Creepy, Killing, Dark
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Where the Birds Come to Die
nicholas johnson
12 Feb, 2013 08:39 PMWhy is it so cold, so dark, Where all the birds come to die? Dusty feathers and echoing songs lurk under a stormy sky. The flock of flocks is lost and alone Ending up perching here Skeletons fall where talons once danced Without sound, they fall like tears Is the sky crying, the clouds shedding rain,Tags: Deth, Insanity, Sad, Creepy, Dark, Night, Darkness
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You Are Not Alone
Wes Dark Oakes
29 Jan, 2013 09:43 PMOtherworldly voices infiltrate your fragile mind Causing a swirling blacken abyss of a macabre dream Blood flowing over prodigious alters Dark invocation’s rising into the night Blood seeping into unhallowed ground Shattering barriers of gateways Beyond known space and time To realms of unknown madding horrors You wake as the wind blows through your hair. The moon casts daemonic shadows of undying entities.Tags: Sacrifice, Horror, Dark, Macabre, Daemonic
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The Hand
Farhad Ahmed
06 Dec, 2012 08:09 PMI am standing on a bridge, like a stone chiseled by the wind. In this dark time, there is no one to reach out with his hand, and the wistful river now calls me down to where the ghosts of late poets look at me, as if I was an accursed messenger of their fates. While the shadows lazily creep along the purple river like a funeral procession (and I thought that there would be no one at my funeral),Tags: Dark, Death, Funeral, Dark World
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