Awareness is the enemy of sanity,
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
- Emilie Autumn
rivers flooding
my blackened heartly
thickening veins of cold autumn rain,
As these infernal angels
of greater mischief
than ever beheld by the constant queen
- in awful nights and alone -,
She suffers for her children's
forgotten and shielded
innocence
Sometimes, however, you can see
faeries dancing upon her hair;
swiftly flowing over the strands
and in banks of sand they hide,
lo, tiny beloved miracles
Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-05-08 at 21:37
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for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
- Emilie Autumn
Metamorphosis
Amongst the painful stealthyrivers flooding
my blackened heartly
thickening veins of cold autumn rain,
As these infernal angels
of greater mischief
than ever beheld by the constant queen
- in awful nights and alone -,
She suffers for her children's
forgotten and shielded
innocence
Sometimes, however, you can see
faeries dancing upon her hair;
swiftly flowing over the strands
and in banks of sand they hide,
lo, tiny beloved miracles
Poetry by TomitaRiddle
Read 440 times
Written on 2011-05-08 at 21:37
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