Ethereal Visions: by Lina

In blood we are reborn, To Darkness dwell eternity, Mortal shell holds fast, The soul's sorrow unending, Pale hand beckons, Taunting with touch familiar, In dreams too terrible, To beautiful to leave, Death a haunted love, Comforts the trembling soul.
Screaming echos off the walls, Fists pound but nothing comes, Blood runs between her fingers, As the darkness obscures her sight, Broken will runs like bloody tears, Down pale ashen cheeks, Darkness unending floods the mind, As cold stone like fingers, Reach taking hold to love.
Cries of profound sorrow, Echo still in the night, Cries of passion, Of aches and lust, For blood in the darkest hour, Can bring no weary soul, Salvation from the death.

Withered: by Lina

Withered, dying The seemingly empty void Prangs of existence dissipated Lurching pushing forward Hallowed echoes hold no warmth As the spider spins on silken thread To catch unsuspecting

The bells the bells Ringing relentlessly throughout the mind Hear them not Nothing can thrive in darkness No light No rapture so exquisite As to pull upon the heartstrings

No life within the mortal shell Hollow Withered Dead come round with cold hands to taunt Screams vibrate, resonate surrounding No recognition of sound This is death?



Attractions: by Lina

Fleeting glimpses pass hindered Pained festering images flooding Hypnotically engaging the blazoned blackened tissues Hands cannot hold back the bellows piercing wailing Will lost never regained Succumbing to seduction in all her hauntingly beautiful forms Pale arms entwine pulling back into oblivion Melodic laughter fills and empties Soul trembles nearly crying out in protest In vain as darkness pours forth Wickedness comes bearing sharp bite Consuming moral fiber

Sins in flesh that reach for thee Silken touch lulls Brought to the brink of conciseness Dropped further into nothingness Wet runs down ashen cheeks Brilliant hues regarding Like stone that was flesh Rigidly holds

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