Urgh...
I don't know when the last time I updated was. But I'm not dead, although I feel like it. I have NO time to myself anymore. It's all... school, sleep, & the rest of the time... I really don't know what happens to do it. It vanishes, disappears.
On another note, I finally wrote a poem today. I've been having "writers block" for a while there. I let Erin read it... actually, I made her read it. lol. She said she "really liked it." That makes me happy.
I've decided to post it, so read below if you're interested. Tell me what you think.
+-Birth of Love Conceives My Grave-+
Powerful yet I fill with glee
Powerful yet I embrace thee
Vibrates, Triggers the aim inside the layers
Of the skin, dig deeply to conceive the most
Powerful scream of our lustful sin
Yet again that squint eyes to be blind
Plead my dearest, I will hold you inside
My heart, pumping every last route
Of my blood rush out slowly I die...
Powerful yet I conceive true bliss
Powerful yet I die slowly inside her breast
Lye you down with me to rest
Whispers fill up the tiny seed to say I love you
Never felt something so remarkably true
Happiness of light that closes the closet of black
White smiles across the purity of you
Take thee hand of a demon
"I sentenced you"
You and I were chosen upon of all
From the deepest crescent of the heavens
We were both abandon to see no more light
But we opened the door and shut it oh so tight
Rotting corpses walk among us to guide where we were traced
Powerful yet we take over what they never thought of or say
Powerful yet they are but yet we will counter all the sin today
Bodies lay down from us, we cast out all
Of heaven when we are together, shut our blackness
Of our witchcraft, Seek to one another my love for you is forever
Devour love, Waken pain
I have gone terribly insane
Awaken the demon that slain
Growl for you, I plead your name
Were buried among our graves
Floating with our hands held shut
We walk with the rain
Dripping off from the sweat
Had each other to the blade
Slashing out the past as though
They were a itch of the red painful scratch
Help you to see this would isn't what it's worth
But I am what's worth to you...
Powerful curses awaken spiritual of light
We still hide the blackness of night
Hold together forever you are my cry for help
When I hand the blade to scalp
My inner self now slowly lingers
Inside you to die.
On another note, I finally wrote a poem today. I've been having "writers block" for a while there. I let Erin read it... actually, I made her read it. lol. She said she "really liked it." That makes me happy.
I've decided to post it, so read below if you're interested. Tell me what you think.
+-Birth of Love Conceives My Grave-+
Powerful yet I fill with glee
Powerful yet I embrace thee
Vibrates, Triggers the aim inside the layers
Of the skin, dig deeply to conceive the most
Powerful scream of our lustful sin
Yet again that squint eyes to be blind
Plead my dearest, I will hold you inside
My heart, pumping every last route
Of my blood rush out slowly I die...
Powerful yet I conceive true bliss
Powerful yet I die slowly inside her breast
Lye you down with me to rest
Whispers fill up the tiny seed to say I love you
Never felt something so remarkably true
Happiness of light that closes the closet of black
White smiles across the purity of you
Take thee hand of a demon
"I sentenced you"
You and I were chosen upon of all
From the deepest crescent of the heavens
We were both abandon to see no more light
But we opened the door and shut it oh so tight
Rotting corpses walk among us to guide where we were traced
Powerful yet we take over what they never thought of or say
Powerful yet they are but yet we will counter all the sin today
Bodies lay down from us, we cast out all
Of heaven when we are together, shut our blackness
Of our witchcraft, Seek to one another my love for you is forever
Devour love, Waken pain
I have gone terribly insane
Awaken the demon that slain
Growl for you, I plead your name
Were buried among our graves
Floating with our hands held shut
We walk with the rain
Dripping off from the sweat
Had each other to the blade
Slashing out the past as though
They were a itch of the red painful scratch
Help you to see this would isn't what it's worth
But I am what's worth to you...
Powerful curses awaken spiritual of light
We still hide the blackness of night
Hold together forever you are my cry for help
When I hand the blade to scalp
My inner self now slowly lingers
Inside you to die.