A stranger holds a withered rose
In such a place to match the death
And stirs its petals brown and dry
With every still and mocking breath
Red lips quiver, wet and dark
And brown eyes blink to dry a tear
And though he holds her by the hand
It's just as if he were not here
The sky is dead, the earth is grey
And she herself is but the rose
Held in his hand, so very sad
A beauty caught up in the throws
Her dress is dull, her skin is white
For color is no more, no more
And he who holds her, clad in black
She calls her lover nevermore
Betwixt the dirt and sky above
He sleeps beneath the coldest stone
And she who stands and holds
Love's a needle full of air
And love is blood that isn't there
And rusty knives and broken lives
And desperate free-fall concrete dives...
Love's a tango with a train
And love's a bullet in the brain
And busy streets, traffic to beat
And cocktails of Draino and "Do Not Eat"...
Love's a lover on a string
And love's the song the Reaper sings
It's popping more, and wrists that pour
And those two green eyes at my locker door...
Empty words like hollow stares
From reminescent eyes
Sing to me of underneath
Your old beloved lies
Let me feel your chill upon me
When it's dark inside my head
When the sunrise sets again at last
Just burn for her instead
Wear the shadow, let it wear you
Show your mask, your filthy face
But hate me like I hated you
Held cold in your embrace
You're beautiful in deadly ways
With apples in your eyes
And your whispers in my head at night
Are promising demise
Rattle chains around your wrists
Where veins run blue and dry
And I'll hold you when you're never there
but love, why won't you die...?
Shadows crawl in vacant rooms
Like spiders on a wind-up string
And silence screams at last in pain
The song the dying things would sing
Ghosts on chains in empty hands
Won't fight against the serpent's hold
And when they come, I beg you, please
To hold me tight and keep me cold
Like ticks and leeches on the dead
Your kiss is cianide
And our love can be no longer love
When one no longer hides
Rip the heads from corpses
Just to make them suffer still
Do you haunt me just because
You're out of living things to kill?
Ressurect yourself but you
Can still never be free
A parasite of a parasite
You're bleeding irony
The trees bowed down and the wires mourned
When the darkness lost its light
And the drums beat on as the clouds lay down
And the phantom things took flight
Our eardrums rang like silver bells
As the monsters held their breath
And with the light there was no light
But cold electric death
Their towers rose like grim defeat
In steel made of clouds
And silence marched to the beat of a heart
As night cast off its shrowd
Fire cracked the sky in half
And oh, it roared in pain
But shed away the evil things
In blood that fell like rain
All the earth is dying now
As all the earth's alive
As we sit inside our plastic cage
And pray tha
Little Shadow, follow me
Into my hell, be not set free
Those who wish to live my lies
Replace me now, in my demise
From past to future, future past
This circle's cycle's reached its last
Strive now but know not what for
Ensnared in my stead evermore
Death to life, again to die
Still suffers me, who is not I
Take my self, become the past
And in my wake, I'm free at last
Little Shadow, follow me
Into my hell be not free.
Lying here in bed at night
I speculate the words you write
And cry because I know that I
Can never say I feel the same
With you I make it disappear
The torment of a thousand years
But never if I live forever
Can I say I live for you
You can't make it real
Anymore than you can feel it
When I'm all alone and cold and know
That I could scream and no one else
Would even hear me anyway
Staring at your photograph
I kiss your face beneath the glass
Your eyes like shields from the lies
But all that does is leave me with the unforgiving truth
I could trace my sorrow with this pen
But I'll turn my head and cry again
For six string te
Cattle prods campaiging in the nation of the blind
Burn your books as if we never left dictatorship behind
The reaper sneers behind the masks of leaders with no name
His green lady flagging people down like moths into her flame
Just like one big game of Risk as plastic players roll the die
And oil falls in mockery when politicians cry
Tell the children tails of the beasts across the seas
So as they sleep the demons in their closet sweep them like disease
For as fates a man with too much power, god is never wrong
And hell's not knowing which of them's been guiding all along
Holy wars and oil wars, crusaders and armed forces
What is
Nervously she paced the clearing, her steps crunching on the soft carpet of dead leaves underfoot. The skeleton branches of the October trees whispered and danced in the night wind. All around her the voices of the dark wood spoke to her in the tongues of ancient things. They knew that once again the reek of a death was closely reaping in their midst.
She hated this clearing. She hated these woods and the torments they hide.
Her pale hair whipped and twirled around her head like a halo and tensely she tucked it back behind her ear. She blew on her frail hands and rubbed them together, pulling down the sleeves of her coat to warm her numbi
deep in darkness pressing night
in shadows death is creeping
to prey upon the innocent
while all the world is sleeping
on wings of nightmare coming
through the moonless blackened sky
striking terror in the fearless
making children scream and cry
they are eager for the horror
they are hungry for the pain
they are thirsty for the sugar
that runs red in mortal vein
the undead have come to take you
they have come to set you free
they have come to drink your soul away
and gorge on your misery
for no mortal being shall ever know
the satisfying feel
as fang sinks into human flesh
the taste of bloody meal
so fear the darkness, hu
every day i fade a little more
out of being and out of breath
i sink a little farther down
nothing to expect but death
whats the purpose to wake up again
to a day without a welcome?
don't ask me why so gloomy
don't ask me why so glum
i can hear it ticking
the clock without a face
because time is just another word
for the emptiness of space
as i'm rocking in the corner
it echoes in my ears
how long have i been sitting here?
days or minutes? years?
i find i care no longer
for my life's deprived of love
as empty as the starless sky
somewhere up above
just blackness without purpose
just there and nothing more
just a shadow o
i'm falling, dying in disgraceful calm
while the earth rages round like a smothering sea
i want to escape crying bleeding alone
and i wish i deserved to be free
for i'm shamed once again by the curse in my heart
and the evils it tells me to do
my heart and my love i dont want anymore
so i'll cut it out give it to you
for isn't that all that you wanted from me?
to be love but not love in return?
you gave me a fire to light through the dark
but now i'm beginning to burn
i can never come back from this exile now
from this steel barred cage of demise
now all i want's you to comfort me
but without anymore of your lies
you've shamed
a still wind creeps among barren trees
and the perfect quiet hangs thin in the air
nothing stirs but watches the world
caught up in the peace of a numb despair
like a wordless song the great entrancement
moves through all and all are captured
in the tranquil dance of the motionless
drifting on the wind enraptured
and the serenity that outlines them
the unsmiling and clear-eyed faces
do they see the things that used to be?
that the icy breath of grief erases?
oh, to be one of those forlorn souls
to be painless though still all but free
the winter's ghost on the wings of release
oh if only that were me…
the sky is gray with a roof of clouds
and filled with the whisper of the trees
that reach out playful tendril hands
to catch their leaves from the taunting breeze
through my forest come and walk beside me
take my hand, love, come along
beneath the gaze of the skeleton trees
accompanied by the silent song
of the wind as it plays through rebel leaves
like golden bells hung in the air
ringing at a spirits hand
you cannot see them but they're there
they're in everything that's all around us
the dancing trees, the laughing brook,
you could see them smiling in my eyes
if only you knew how to look
bloodstained abercrombie by shadowpuppet13, literature
Literature
bloodstained abercrombie
i see her pass me in the hall
with all her preppy friends
thankfully so soon their lives will
will meet their tragic ends
because i can't stand the perkiness
that never-ending cheer
it disgusts me that when she is gone
only i will shed no tear
i see the day, on Halloween
and I can hardly wait
the next time that she calls me "freak"
i won't hold down the hate
she never lost that sickening grin
shining so painfully bright
they swore that she'd die smiling
and I'd see if they were right
and now the day at last has come
for one light to be put out
and make room for one more shadow
replace happiness with doubt
i have it all pla
In the darkness I knelt by the shore of the lake. The burning stars of the moonless sky reflected on the inky surface like thousands of tiny flames. He would be here. He had to come…
My face was streaked with tears but I didn't care. To weep had become a part of my daily routine these past years. I let them fall, the tears, to mingle with the blood that ran in rivulets down the pale skin of my arms to pool on the soft grass. He would have to come, why wasn't he here…?
Vaguely I scrambled to my feet, ignoring the rush of dizziness. As I gazed out over the lake I could not help but subject myself to the wave of memories that washed through my
somebody to help me
somebody to care
i wish there were someone
but nobody's there
i want to be happy
i want to be free
i want to be wanted
and i want you to see
but instead i am tortured
instead i'm confused
when i'm crying for love
i am lied to and used
it wont always be like this
life wont always be hell
someday will release me
from earths cruelest spell
someday i will end it
this pain and this life
for a heart loved by no one
is loved by the knife
Hear the whisper of the storm
It darkens overhead
The clouds are bringing messages
Of raindrops soon to shed
The silence presses round you
Not a sound to break the air
You stand alone a wanderer
Where no one else would dare
The birds have all took warning
From the breeze on which they glide
Like the humans taking shelter
From they tempest they will hide
The calm is gone before the storm
The winds are much more strong
The pause between the distant thunders
Now is not so long
A ball of quiet lightning
Winks the threatening sky
From between the masses of the clouds
Towering so high
You watch the solitary drop
Another, then s
i'm feeling like average joe lately, and it makes me want to call you
to listen to someone say, "you're not like them, if only slightly."
a throwback to we talked about all those important nothings
because we couldn't talk about us
i couldn't, because i thought you'd heard it all before, and didn't want to sound like the other guy
and you couldn't, because i couldn't.
or maybe because there was no us to you
but i'll think about it
i don't expect you to write me back
i don't expect you to send me them either, those nothings you wrote for me
i can't decide if it's better not knowing all of the everything about this you and i this us t
Handstands upon the interstate by boxcarr3421, literature
Literature
Handstands upon the interstate
Have the strands intertwined?
Or is this merely
just...
A crossing?
Handstands...
up, on the
interstate.
Get caught up
in
my pitiful,
< EXERPT >
boyish dreams.
You count sheep,
as I count seconds. Our time
will...
...come
AFTERglow,
" shade.
Choices made
out of...
F.E.A.R.
Should I say a thing?
When you always fill in the blanks, and then decide for yourselves, my life in one quick glance.
I need not to compete, or be accepted into your click.
ALL I WANT IS SOME WELL EARNED RESPECT, FOR THE EFFORT I REPRESENT.
Think of me what you will, I really could not give.
So DO NOT dare attack me, when you pretend that I dont exist.
Critise, behind a smiles disguise.
Stick it in and twist the knife.
Who cares what you think of me,
NOT I.
Negative negation of a torrid nation, so much that should be left alone.
Dont burden me with problems, when I have so many of my own.
Do you care for anyone, outside your litt
For Ban
You'll never walk alone
Even my shadow has left, her sharp definition
Unable to bear my disgraceful disintegration
Circus clown, taste brine, rolls down
Condemned, sunk in this paving-crack
Of a now tainted life, each sigh the stroke
of a knife unseen.
We will always be
It sits in my throat, such a grounded glacier
Of diamond ice, how climatically incorrect
When my pupil spins, a weather-vane, frantically seeking
Release from the hot springs it is embedded in
Yet, in-between, not a facial twitch,
temperate reigns unscathed.
I am here for you
They pass in scorn, embarrassment, sympathy, alarm
Drawing lines with their
Silver Marbled Teardrop by KrazyJellyBean, literature
Literature
Silver Marbled Teardrop
That dulled velvet gauze hangs, frosty grey pale,
Hungrily, I await the first crackling snap.
Entity of paper this, now come rend the veil!
Of pain, bear no more, for the laser harpoon strikes,
Hear this rumbling growl that radiates of me…
Silver marbled teardrop, child of atmosphere
Place yourself in my palm, let me spread you
All over my body; bleed through into every pore
Penetrate these veins, see it wasn't in vain
Burn me with moisture and dissolve my desire!
Insanity, I weep, mix to become one, my blood
It will all flood from me, to make room for you
The air starts and sparks, sings
Current are you, and filament I
Ethereal
Drifting through the dark she whispers,
Calls out to him from her hidden closure,
Brushing past the leaves,
Her dark eyes flashing from deep within,
As she watches...
Watches...
He walks in the light, looking
Through the silver waterfalls from the sky,
Hearing her voice in his mind.
Standing bathed in light, shining like an angel
As he searches...
Searches...
She crouches as he passed by,
Her wild gaze fixed in awe as he glows.
Deep in the dark,
Her breath lifting the breeze,
Too scared to step out...
Too brave to fade away...
He turns his silver head to the shadows,
His eyes eager to find a matching gaze,
Beyond where t
Tracing veins with fingertips
And licking wet and crimson lips
Wanting the blue that snakes within
The pale wrists beneath the skin
Painting lines with violet ink
The pen, a razor on the brink
Of slicing in and drawing more
Then just the pictures of before
Threading needles, delving deep
To where the azure ivies creep
Swirling scarlet roses spring
From where the needles grace the string
Swelling blossoms rising round
Crimson sprouting from the ground
The skin a white translucent land
Red tendrils webbing down the hand
Flowers melting as they grow
Into a filthy steady flow
From where once bluish ribbons spread
How strange it
Current Residence: nowhere...im only in your head... Favourite genre of music: depends on my mood, rock, metal-industrial, gothic MP3 player of choice: IRiver Personal Quote: id burn alive to keep you warm when youre alone.
Favourite Movies
van helsing, underworld, the crow
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
evanescence, manson, tool, apc, wumpscut, brand new, nightwish, the bled, the cranberries, crossfade
Favourite Writers
steven king, anne rice
Tools of the Trade
depression, a pen, and the occaisonal motivation
Other Interests
reading, writing, playing guitar, astrology, and studying the occult
NIN
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I hurt myself today
to see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
the only thing that's real
the needle tears a hole
the old familiar sting
try to kill it all away
but I remember everything
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could have it all
my empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt
I wear this crown of shit
upon my liar's chair
full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair
beneath the stains of time
the feeling disappear
you are someone else
I am still right here
what have I become?
my sweetest friend
everyone I know
goes away in the end
you could hav
Mood: *runs into wall*
Listening To: To/Die/For "Anos de Dolor"
Downloading: Snow Patrol "Run"
Playing on Guitar: Evanescence "Bring Me To Life"
--
I need to get a life. I am bored out of my mind.
Everyone is at the football game except me because I'm a loser and could really care less.
Tomorrow I get to see Gary again. For his Homecoming dance. I can't wait, I haven't seen him since the end of July. The whole long-distance thing can really suck sometimes. But hey, I get to see him again tomorrow night :D and I get to go see the crappy neighborhood he lives in and meet his, erm, aquaintances. But I am a happy little freak now, got me
Mood: meh, ok
Listening To: Sum 41 "We're All To Blame"
Downloading: Nightwish "Phantom of the Opera"
Playing on Guitar: Jet "Are You Gonna Be My Girl"
--
*You*
[Name] Chloe
[Age] not for you to know
[Height] 5'6
[Weight] 113
[Hair colour] blonde
[Eye colour] hazel
[Piercings] two per ear
[Tatoos] none
*Right Now*
[Clothes] black jeans and a black shirt
[Shoes] none
[Jewelry] two black hair-ties i always have on my right wrist, silver bracelet on the left, my celtic star necklace and the choker that used to be the bracelet josh got me a loooooong time ago
[Eating/Drinking] nothing, im not a fan of eating
[What are you weari
Hey great writing, im gonna take a further squiz at ur gallery. Also see u like some wiked music - keep rockin
oh and have u seen Dark City? i think youd like it.
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