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Dearest Universe it had told me that the nectar i have bathed in will convert to poison from power of her uncertainty what was a shared fairytale is now only yours and any remains of your power is a beautiful truth to her mannequins she's taken to fill the love you... (You! Gave! Her!) so child, sweet and broken child hold the letters (Her promise) love the drawings (Her visions) cherish the mementos (The past life) of life worth living, worth loving (Yet left to die) Within me My Sufferer put down his bottle of poison he talked to me with confidence with tears in all planes of conscience a suit of blood and clipped wings he never wanted t

Sea or sky, it's beautiful in sweetest night drifting on love's eternal waves, let my heart take flight Sweet stars they mirror, my precious dreams Oh, Angel Sweetheart Angel, black angel wings Oh, Angel, Sweetheart Angel, black angel wings Living life a day at a time and a heart so strong Not a common soul who knew it's love under her veil They shadow their intent with their innocent smiles Shelter away from this place, it's my heart she will find It's my heart she will find It's my heart It's my heart I'll take her away for now... Away for now Away for now (She's the only one I'll take away) (The only one I'll take) (The

Life... Destiny. Fate. If any of you beings have brought me, the most amazing woman to ever live... One to place a crown of jewels upon, her beautiful head... A golden throne, for me to kneel before her... And my heart, as she is the very embodiment of my love... I'll swear my allegiance to her, as queen of my love, goddess for my world, my heart to pulse life, in my veins. I'd never want to be a king to her queen, but be king of her heart. I'd hold her love, her power, touched between the tender skin of mine, above the bondage, tethers and layers of metal, pure and ravened armor. Live by the sword by sunrise, kne

The chase for her touch, has come to it's resolve. I've done all I can, within power. I've made my attempts to obtain what wasn't seen. Even hiding the feelings I've expressed towards her, was part of my plan to get her love. I wanted her to look behind her shoulder, and to realize that I'm not in sight. I desired her to follow me, but I guess it won't happen in this lifetime. Sweet-scented paper, rolled and tied up with the bow of a red ribbon, a heart necklace, wrapped around the scroll, the pendant hanging from the lace... had contained my feelings and emotions held for her. The second love note held a lavender rose, an

Divine empress of the holy aspects of the afterlife, stripper of the pain, yet lesser known among the humans. On this ominous, heartbroken night, I shall grovel before my bed, and pray for a silver lining in the dark clouds. Where is the love in my life? How do I find acceptance by one, among the lust and denial among the world? For me, is there such thing as returning the unconditional feelings, you've given to somebody? I've loved for a very long time, but those I've given it to, never did want to mirror the feeling. For these reasons I would want to know the answers. But in another lifetime... I thought

I believe I've found... My one, true, weakness. No, I look to the horizion, and I don't think my true love, or my love, will be found in this youthful era... But after much turmoil, I have finally sought out, the source of where my weakness lies, delicacy within the hardy. It's the heart of the romantic, the lifelong curse, nobody would want to nurture, if possible. Yet my will to stay romantic is eternal. My curse I desire to discard. Insecurity is the side effect, to raw and emotional independence. Independence within one self is never consistent, is never everlasting. Neglect can spawn my defenselessness, and love

When will my heart be nourished,   after centuries of patience? Pain slowly powers the heartache,   by the second... A threat yet not worthy of the eye,   but is always befitting of slaughter.   I have gone without love for quite some time,   or for too long... Time weighs my heart heavy,   stricken with depression,   and drains me of my fresh blood,   so it feels like.   But even now,   despite the carrying spirit,   my heart feels dry,   and is nothing but pink flesh.   much too easy to tear.   I need love...   It feels like months,   illusions of eternities,   without feeling secure,   with no sanctuary from my bur

It's blissful ignorance. Mind over all oblivion. My eyes are concealed, devoid of all existance. At least, the existance of all feelings, but of my own. The emotions of profound love, the hints of affection, that is attempted to be given, I can't seem to see it. My power bestowed within words, an infliction that you find dearly painful. I grow concerned about the people I know, but no worried about the ones, that truly mattered. Dearest lover of me, you can only take so much pain, that I curse with my head turned away. Days where you are above your extent, your heart clean of scratches and tears by sunlight. But come th

I... Grew up breathing the miasma of darkness, where skies were a heavenly azure. But itself and impurity have arms, ready to drain the blood from the opposing neck. White wings grow out from shoulder blades, but no halo has veiled me from above. I have partaken the most hellish of deeds, and cherished souls that had a ribcage protecting deep voids. I have earned my demon limbs, but I remain to trail white feathers. The world has labeled me a failure, my own tears lie one with the ocean, but the world will forevermore be defeated, in knowing the true potential of certain people, that are blanketed in the shadow of the masses.