NightLost-DarkLit

These rusty chains of your memory are not wrapped around my hands anymore. These bent, corroded, nails are not implanted in my ill heart from now. With a clash, the poisoned metal that stole so many days, months – years? – of my life fell down. "The one that stays, The one that never gains, The one that's all alone, She will never move on…" These were the words that a little voice whispered every night in my ear. She was supposed to be me but somewhere, somehow, I managed to change the future. She was supposed to be just a shadow, a ghost, but somewhere, somehow, the feelings started to vanish. Just like you. "I'm empty i

The white vintage dress I'm wearing this time, The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime. Performing a gentle pirouette upon the rotten copses, I embrace the dried bouquet of roses, I lose myself in this deadly symphony, Start the waltz of death, I just sold my jaded soul for this sick melody. My heart has been corrupted by this wild twinkle, By the mellow whisper of the sickle, With one more step I hear another breaking skull, They are screaming blood, but to me is null, The waltz of death revenge will bring, It just broke – the last sanity's string. Smiling, my signature I carve on their torn faces, I look

The darkness draws near, a catalyst for the thousand deaths that sharpen their shadows on my reflection, digging down into the earthly swell I grow pale for some midnight confession, again your light beckons and I try to regain my Purity-but an echo is all that's left to monologue my nocturnal descent, I've given up everything until nothing I became but a self-drowning muse -once secure-now shattered- I've given up my blood and tears for a drought of rapturous pain, my unfurling nakedness is all I feel... ...the lines of my body are blurred in the filigree of spiderwebs, I make the beddy Darkness my tomb and watch as Stars turn