Anodyne
..."Denmother, this forlorn morn
I'll be without Her scorn..
Gone from Her deceptive songs,
Never again shall I do wrongs!"
Seventh summer Moon arose,
My life drawing to a close
and sleep with d...
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Categories:
bewinged, angst, anxiety, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
Rex Angulus Mortis
...My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a...
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Categories:
bewinged, dark, death, depression, emo,
Form: Free verse