Sweet is your poison, deadly are your gifts - Killing me slowly and prolonging my throes.
Category: Gothic
Dark Gothic | Poetry
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
Atonement | Poetry
No more silent, now I’ll speak, for I must For twenty long years, I’ve suffered enough. My heart wrenched out and trampled to dust I will shed tears, I’m sick of being tough.
The Call of Arandüil | Poetry
Source : https://www.deviantart.com/aw-landscapes/art/Where-Darkness-rules-659019086 On darker days, when sorrow sets in And heart beats fill the boundless void, Alone - with no love, no hope, no kin - The inner demons leave my soul destroyed. Troubled and heavy-laden, I roam the woods Amidst the towering pines of Arandüil. Its solitude comforts my troubled moods. My respite… Continue reading The Call of Arandüil | Poetry
theecstaticstoryteller.com 