A shadow burnt heart
Ripped by demon claws
Lies in a pool of hate.
Endless screams echo
In the empty forest
Of blood twisted branches.
Roaring eyes scorch the sky
Tearing the clouds in half
Raining the land in red.
The apocalypse love
Shattered in a stone,
A slate of claw marks.
The beat of the drum stilled
Against the fog of rage
Building in the tower.
A pyramid burning the water
That seaps from closed wounds
Sealed with vengeance.
A cry of a beast unchained
From the pillar of truth
That lies crumbled to dust.
Lies breed in the light
Laughing in the glow
Of a diseased goodness.
A plague of hope
Rips away happyness
O
No emotions, no life,
No pain, no strife.
Mind blank, without a thought,
Everything gone, thats been taught.
Nothing
Eyes unseeing, nothing clear,
But then again, no fear.
Love and hate, gone away,
A colourful soul, now grey.
Nothing
No sound, deaf to the light,
Deep inside, no wrong or right.
Unfeeling hands, stretched ahead,
A living corpse, that is dead.
Nothing
So here I stand, all alone,
My bleeding heart, turned to stone.
My brittle skin, turned to ice,
On the floor, snaked eyed dice.
The Void
Here I stand, all alone,
My little life, whipstitch sown.
Scars clear, shining alight,
What is the point, of continuing this fight?
Tattered lives, sown as one,
A cruel gods, humourless fun.
Made of others, not really complete,
I live my life, off corrupted deceit.
Eyes crooked, seeing only dark,
Upon the world, I'm a tainted mark.
Hands broken, but they're not mine,
I am the devils calling sign.
Skin of two colours, shunned by all,
Not even angels, to slow my fall.
So here I stand, all alone,
My little life, whipstitch sown.
Anger burns through my soul,
Hate smoulders in my eyes,
My sane mind slowly dies,
My sanity tries,
But fails to keep peace.
I want to kill,
To fill,
The void in me,
To set me free,
No luck.
I turn in on myself,
Eating my own heart,
Drinking my blood,
My anger still a flood,
At myself.
I hate nothing,
Loath everything,
I love nothing,
Treasure everything.
My mind is confused,
My soul abused,
Broken and torn.
I break and tear,
My useless hair.
I want to win,
As I cut my skin.
I want to burn my hands.
I scream in rage,
It seems an age,
That distant stage,
Of when I liked my life,
The time with no strife.
I fall a
The full moon shone in the sky,
The darkened landscape clear,
This is the hour of the wolf,
The hour of old fear.
The werewolves are no more,
All that were found were killed,
Every last one slaughtered,
Thousands of un-named graves filled.
Their howl hovers on the wind,
Just on the edge of hearing,
A lone grave sits on a hill,
A gravestone in the clearing.
The named one she was called,
The only one who deserved a name,
She was skilled in more than the hunt,
For the beast of the wild she could tame.
But hunted like the rest she was slain,
Forever buried to lie alone and still,
But in the darkness the hand starts to move,
Cle
The full moon shone in the sky,
The darkened landscape clear,
This is the hour of the wolf,
The hour of old fear.
The werewolves are no more,
All that were found were killed,
Every last one slaughtered,
Thousands of un-named graves filled.
Their howl hovers on the wind,
Just on the edge of hearing,
A lone grave sits on a hill,
A gravestone in the clearing.
The named one she was called,
The only one who deserved a name,
She was skilled in more than the hunt,
For the beast of the wild she could tame.
But hunted like the rest she was slain,
Forever buried to lie alone and still,
But in the darkness the hand starts to move,
Cle
Anger burns through my soul,
Hate smoulders in my eyes,
My sane mind slowly dies,
My sanity tries,
But fails to keep peace.
I want to kill,
To fill,
The void in me,
To set me free,
No luck.
I turn in on myself,
Eating my own heart,
Drinking my blood,
My anger still a flood,
At myself.
I hate nothing,
Loath everything,
I love nothing,
Treasure everything.
My mind is confused,
My soul abused,
Broken and torn.
I break and tear,
My useless hair.
I want to win,
As I cut my skin.
I want to burn my hands.
I scream in rage,
It seems an age,
That distant stage,
Of when I liked my life,
The time with no strife.
I fall a
Here I stand, all alone,
My little life, whipstitch sown.
Scars clear, shining alight,
What is the point, of continuing this fight?
Tattered lives, sown as one,
A cruel gods, humourless fun.
Made of others, not really complete,
I live my life, off corrupted deceit.
Eyes crooked, seeing only dark,
Upon the world, I'm a tainted mark.
Hands broken, but they're not mine,
I am the devils calling sign.
Skin of two colours, shunned by all,
Not even angels, to slow my fall.
So here I stand, all alone,
My little life, whipstitch sown.
No emotions, no life,
No pain, no strife.
Mind blank, without a thought,
Everything gone, thats been taught.
Nothing
Eyes unseeing, nothing clear,
But then again, no fear.
Love and hate, gone away,
A colourful soul, now grey.
Nothing
No sound, deaf to the light,
Deep inside, no wrong or right.
Unfeeling hands, stretched ahead,
A living corpse, that is dead.
Nothing
So here I stand, all alone,
My bleeding heart, turned to stone.
My brittle skin, turned to ice,
On the floor, snaked eyed dice.
The Void
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choi
The full moon shone in the sky,
The darkened landscape clear,
This is the hour of the wolf,
The hour of old fear.
The werewolves are no more,
All that were found were killed,
Every last one slaughtered,
Thousands of un-named graves filled.
Their howl hovers on the wind,
Just on the edge of hearing,
A lone grave sits on a hill,
A gravestone in the clearing.
The named one she was called,
The only one who deserved a name,
She was skilled in more than the hunt,
For the beast of the wild she could tame.
But hunted like the rest she was slain,
Forever buried to lie alone and still,
But in the darkness the hand starts to move,
Cle
Current Residence: England Favourite genre of music: What ever I like Favourite style of art: Concept Operating System: 2000 MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Sleek Shell of choice: Dragon Skin of choice: My Girlfriends! Favourite cartoon character: Simpsons Personal Quote: Bugger
Well I've been asked to another journal by tori-margaret so I thought I would steal her thingy so here it goes:
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Ten random facts about you:
01. I am addicted to playing with glow sticks
02. I have a lot of common sense but no intelligence
03. If I think of a poem I have to write it, even if it is on my arm.
04. I am rarely ever sad
05. I love sharp shiney things like swords and knives (they are on my wall)
06. I am an honourary female in 4 countries (am am strangly proud of it)
07. I can get drunk or stay sober depending on how I want despite how much I drink
08. I am naturally likeable.
09. I can always cheer a person u
Hello everyone. I have been away for a while, not posting anything. Nothing will be posted still, as my work is now being published. But I am now in university studying English with Creative Writing. It takes up most of my time but. Im back. Any spare time I have I will be browsing you lot again.
Well. I got my results today.
English - B
Geography - C
General Studies - D
Biology - U
Surprisingly this got me into a very good university for a reason I cannot comprehend. Other than that though, they are a bit less then I wanted, but there you go. My parents however were not happy. After shouting at me for not working they said I was a complete failure. So. Life not so good at the moment. I got into the university they wanted me to, yet they still hate me. Oh well.