Writing

Perdition

Temporal beings of Evanescence whom can mesmorize so thoroughly, we forget all together who or what we are..

To dream is to conjure in the lightness and emptiness of sleep, to draw closer death, knowing what isn't, but what could have been

A compilation of poems I made, thinking of how long this year has been.

He wanted her world to be him and when he was her world, he’ll push her away. He would make her feel unwanted, he would hurt him. He knew t..

Your sinister smile, that only I can see. Your pale blue eyes; they stare at me.Reel me in and devour my sin. This shortcoming disaster has no ..

But I only heard your whisper through Lauretta's aria: "...if I had loved you in vain..."

I wait for you as I always do invoking a dream on gentle wing.

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