Submissions by BurnBlck
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Gone with the Sun
An abstract of weeping stars echo their final strands of light before a dark horizon.
Praying for the one to witness their final call before submitting into the blank celestial tapestry where all light wanders to pass on within a new realm.
Such vacant monoliths left cold and lonely, to extinguish before each shattered dream may be fulfilled
They speak in quiet memory of a fallen kingdom lost to man
Come to me dear child, and before you I will speak of one final desire before I leave amongst the stars.
Every night you have granted me the gift...
Praying for the one to witness their final call before submitting into the blank celestial tapestry where all light wanders to pass on within a new realm.
Such vacant monoliths left cold and lonely, to extinguish before each shattered dream may be fulfilled
They speak in quiet memory of a fallen kingdom lost to man
Come to me dear child, and before you I will speak of one final desire before I leave amongst the stars.
Every night you have granted me the gift...
#dark
#romantic
#gothic #death
#gothic #death
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Angels in the Altar
Let the storm of swords descend upon myself in the everlasting cataclysm of thoughts and dreams that persist to haunt my decaying consciousness.
The slaughtering shrapnel that buries itself into my inner most desires present unceasing grotesque memories that plague the will of man.
Those who believe they are bound by the lives that lived before have yet to perceive the notion of continuous evolution brought on by the illusionary hand that guides the will of life.
time has lulled me once again into a false perception of devotion
I cling to love, taking her by the hand only...
The slaughtering shrapnel that buries itself into my inner most desires present unceasing grotesque memories that plague the will of man.
Those who believe they are bound by the lives that lived before have yet to perceive the notion of continuous evolution brought on by the illusionary hand that guides the will of life.
time has lulled me once again into a false perception of devotion
I cling to love, taking her by the hand only...
#love
#depression
#dark #gothic
#dark #gothic
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The Red Goddess
Lost amongst the desolate catacombs spiraling deep beneath the kingdom’s absent orchard.
I find the final few fragile strands of light perish into the ambient enigma of my mind’s eye, searching for solace in the infernal depths once again.
I have found her
She looks to me, with those eyes calling out to join her in the tranquility of thick haze radiating over the beckoning abyss.
The pleasurable resistance of life has brought me to the moment as I Tighten the strings of fading time around my neck.
forget that you ever existed
for the days beyond the dark lurk to...
I find the final few fragile strands of light perish into the ambient enigma of my mind’s eye, searching for solace in the infernal depths once again.
I have found her
She looks to me, with those eyes calling out to join her in the tranquility of thick haze radiating over the beckoning abyss.
The pleasurable resistance of life has brought me to the moment as I Tighten the strings of fading time around my neck.
forget that you ever existed
for the days beyond the dark lurk to...
#dark
#gothic
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Vampyre
The body of his infernal majesty lies before me
Consumed by fire this blessed soul cries out for those who have torn through his heart in malevolence and passionate hate, contorting new meaning to a dire fate
The feeling of withering corpses clawing out of his eyes, silent worshipers of his own demise. Working to possess a false idol torn of flesh, basking in his blood cascading further down his throat with every breath. Lulling for the bittersweet embrace of death
Enshrined in crematoria, the shadows are your home now
Placing a single hand on his chest, Witnessing his...
Consumed by fire this blessed soul cries out for those who have torn through his heart in malevolence and passionate hate, contorting new meaning to a dire fate
The feeling of withering corpses clawing out of his eyes, silent worshipers of his own demise. Working to possess a false idol torn of flesh, basking in his blood cascading further down his throat with every breath. Lulling for the bittersweet embrace of death
Enshrined in crematoria, the shadows are your home now
Placing a single hand on his chest, Witnessing his...
#dark
#death
#vampires
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