

Lost hopeLooking for relief I stumble upon a cacophony of deafning screams.Drowning in a pool of bloody sorrows, willing to die for a ray of sunshine.Looking for heavens gates as I lose my pace.Falling into an eternal pit of darkness as I reach for an illusional hand.Screaming.Falling.Trying to open the wings of freedom, chained by darkness as I continue to fall in this neverending oblivion..Lost hope


watery gravesWatershed flows freely, kissing my skin, pouring out my soul. Onto the hard cold earth, sweet words become bitter and hateful. Cashing the waves against the shore, salted air like the tears on a cheek. Swift and violent passage through the mind. The whirl wind pulling me down to meet the darkest shades of blue, drowning and left to sleep in the waters deep kisswatery graves


toyWretched hearts lay within our buried souls, full of sorrow and diluted memories. Try as one may to keep the black light, never see that the raven follows you home. Watching distorted realities unfold, laughing its wicked call. Mere mortals to the gods,to play with as toys, left used and broken. Trying to piece back together a lucid thought , revealed in out humanity,imperfect and flawedtoy


KissSight gone dim. Smells of fresh earth. Screams inside my head. Aware of the rancid flesh, rotting away from bone. this house of horrors lingers in my thought. Hearing the scratches. They bring my demise. Blood lust grows. Withering my humanity. Your flesh I desire on the edge of my sharpened teeth. The kiss so long and sweet.Kiss
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suffer not the soul.....Beth
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"I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity." - Edgar Allan Poe
With All Due Respect,
C.D. Muller
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find beauty in all the dark places
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"It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression". - Oscar Wilde
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"It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression". - Oscar Wilde
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find beauty in all the dark places
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