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Cries of Tattered SoulMy blood runs spry. Without a force for proper cry, Discharging single feeble sigh, I throw my pleading at the sky, I hope that this is not good-bye, This damaged shell stays on standby As life flows out.Cries of Tattered Soul
As streams of pain erupt and spout, As founts of throes profusely sprout, No sign of calm, of tranquil drought, I try to vanquish every doubt, I boil but shed another shout To call Your name.
My Lord, am I but doll in game? Marionette of high acclaim Once were well-loved, then learnt the dame, Then learnt the sin and thus became &nbs
by *krag-the-devil
Goth Girl's B-dayСерый градиент неба, Осень гаснет, Тусклые нотки, Оттиск долгой ночи в улыбке Девочки-готки. Свежего ветрGoth Girl's B-day
by *krag-the-devil
Small WorldsNoises, Stark afterglow of once loving voices, Piercing distortions enslaving my choices. Losing composure, bereft of last poises, Seeking for light.Small Worlds
In shades. Broken ambitions collide with warped dreams, Forming blue network of desolate streams. Wading through darkness, through echo of screams, Straight to four doors, to soterial gleams, Pathways of light.
Door one. Forlornness of livid hunger’s disgrace, Wishful craving for things one can never embrace, Yearning’s carcass is marooned in deep space, Dolorous vestige as first s
by *krag-the-devil
barmy riddlesQuest-shun! Quest-shun! Heals like barrel of a gun, Reels like mountain under sun, Kneels like king before no-one, Peals like prisoner on run, Feels like shadow weighting ton, Seels our games with blissful fun, Who is end of things undone? Who is there where we are none?barmy riddles
Quest-shone! Quest-shone! Soars like dead man lying prone, Floors like truth forever known. Pours like water from a stone, Scores like fastball blindly thrown, Wars like prince desiring throne, Whores to sign eternal loan, Who is many yet alone? Who steals
by *krag-the-devil
SolmailCommunistic sun, tell me why won’t you spamSolmail
Keen rubicund laser beams to hack everyone?
Why hold off sharp share of cardinal malware, Lolling on air, bleeding narcotized stare?
Oh, don’t be tomato, don’t just hang there and wait on The doomsday to ripen, perforate automatons!
Red Army of light, stop trenching in height, Throw a bayonet charge, dismantling cloned wights. Mutilate to mute thirty-dime prostitutes Investing their freedom in droning pursuits.
Slice cellulite thighs of robotic reprise, Expose lardish i
by *krag-the-devil
Idea smug but smartWithout a needless prolongation, now I spell Spectacular two words to spout a spicy smell Of smug but smart idea - pepperoni bell.Idea smug but smart
Before you batter my design with bellows' lead, Let me enlighten you with lection seldom said, You see, in sausage's sanctum beef and pork are wed.
What was so far away now welds in single wurst, A wondrous union warmhearted and well-versed, Veracious harmony that voids voracious thirst.
Therefore, within this banger thickest forms combine, Concreting covetous and carnal squeal of swine With swiftless, sweetened moo of sleepy sw
by *krag-the-devil
Forget-me-notsTwo azure stars illumine dreary sight: Forget-me-nots midst snowy fields of skin, Devoted bloom marooned in frigid white.Forget-me-nots
Your eyes evaluate this dismal scene And flare with light of sinister delight, Appreciating painting they have seen.
Enthralled by rustic aptitude of might, With strokes of force you‘ve found majestic hues Evading colors jaded, dull and trite.
Inflicting wildest fantasies, you fuse Amourous warmth with nether chill of fright In me, cohering marvelous tattoos.
Small monuments enshrining vision brig
by *krag-the-devil
AfraidI am afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid, Standing so still in diaphanous chains, Channels of life chocked with razor-sharp grains, Fragments of glass spreading fast through my veins, Can’t make a step lest I’ll blast like grenade. I am afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid.Afraid
Blinded by darkness which no one can see, Currents of blackout, not measured in si, Stranded in murky yet gossamer sea, Won’t make a move or I’m hopelessly strayed. I am afraid, I’m afraid, I’m afraid.
Hearing cold voices at corner of path,
by *krag-the-devil
Three Stages of FallSentenced September, Last cigarette's ember. Inhaling terminal dose of warmness With smile so somber, bonded in worn nets, You stand on spot high before red judging eye, Dreaming of pardon when you know it's good-bye. Never perceiving, court is now leaving, Solar decree gives you seconds for grieving, Weeping while catching one finishing fleck, Feeling cold pressure of rope 'round your neck.Three Stages of Fall
October-Cobber, Denounced as vile robber. Achromic firmament mourns, bleeds with bleach, But trap door is opened, too late to beseech . Now brisk winds a
by *krag-the-devil
Inner Light in Outer DarkOur mind can only wish for nothing, Oblivion is fancy dream. In strict result produced by mathing, Well-calculated,cogent scheme, Why had I sought for freedom's seam? With force, I stifle bursting scream.Inner Light in Outer Dark
I sought salvation in the starkness, I thought that answer lies in void But who can hide white light in darkness, In gloom and emptiness alloyed? In twilight realm my hope's destroyed, My willful urge is more than cloyed.
Abyss abides in our illusions, Omission lasts until soul wakes. Mislead by logical conclusions, Confused by burden of m
by *krag-the-devil
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Angle Crestby =Zarduck
I'll Miss YouI'll miss you Our time has come to say goodbye I'll miss youI'll Miss You
When I'll look up at the starlit sky I'll miss you On those frosty winter days I'll miss you When the green field sways I'll miss you
Hearing your name and knowing it's not you I'll miss you Running in the morning's glistening due
I'll miss you Listening to the songs we used to share I'll miss you Laying on my mattress, cold and bare
I'll miss you
Standing alone by the rushing sea
I'll miss you Walking; wishing you were with me I'll miss you
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Rageby ~BurningNightmare
SanctuaryHe stood before her in the rain. His hair was plastered to his face. He shivered, frozen and in pain. His fragile frame she did embrace.Sanctuary
She led him in, and sat him down. She peeled away his sodden clothes. She dried his skin, translucent, drowned. She held his heart, his soul exposed.
His breathing deepened, he was soothed. He felt the warmth dissolve his bones. His eyes met hers, his hair she smoothed. He gasped and sobbed and shook and moaned.
She folded him into her chest. She stroked his head with tender touch. She waited for his tear
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"But I wrap myself in pain - not because it's good, but because I wish to keep myself as far from you as possible. For pain isn't yours, neither does it belong to the other world, but it's the shadow cast by your false pleasures." - "A Voyage to Arcturus"
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"But I wrap myself in pain - not because it's good, but because I wish to keep myself as far from you as possible. For pain isn't yours, neither does it belong to the other world, but it's the shadow cast by your false pleasures." - "A Voyage to Arcturus"
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