As My Dreams Darken.Awaiting slumber, Awake I lie. Wishing for all to end, That I might die.As My Dreams Darken.
Dark clouds drift apart, Revealing the pale moon’s light. A vile beast approaches, To deliver its venomous bite.
Blood pooling, My heart slowing. All I can hear, Is the eerie wind blowing.
Hours have passed, Consciousness I’ve regained. Though I fail to understand, How alive I’ve remained.
I find myself running,
By carnal urge driven. To forcefully take, That which none would willingly have given.
Her s
Prologue.The screams sourcing from tormented bodies assaulted his senses, his sanity being questioned by none other than himself, his eyes trying desperately to discern whether the mindless carnage about him was authentic or the imaginary manifestation of his darkest fears. He watched in horror as a fleeing woman was overtaken by her assailant, the warriors armour tainted with such evil that its surface refused to reflect the light cast upon it. The woman looked at him from across the courtyard, her eyes pleading with him to liberate her from such an agonizing fate, but as he tried to draw his sword he found that his arms would not heed hisPrologue.
My Dearest Porcelain.My dearest Porcelain, Oh how I love thee. For even though I only seek you,My Dearest Porcelain.
In times of ache and unrest, Still you willingly embrace me.
Whether my liver be under siege, Due to that pint that dost continually oppress me. Or my belly distraught, The host to an 24 inch pizza which only that eve had I bought. You receive all that I have to offer.
I shall ask a question of you my love. Should I get my intestines flushed, For as of now I barely remain hushed. And I’m wishing to be free of this agony, Desperately trying to get rid of what’s w
InjusticeThe sky is torn, And rivers run red, With the blood of justice.Injustice
Bodies lie lifeless upon the ground, Pieces of their shattered lives all around.
Wives reduced to bended knee, Hands shroud their broken faces, For struck down was any lover who had tried to flee.
Mothers weep for the death of child, Killed in vanity, To be devoured by the beasts of wild.
Charred remains of once grand abodes, Reduced to naught but ashes, Merely to satisfy ancient forebodings.
Many a pure soul is spoiled, Due the sights witnessed, And
Return from absence.
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