Sweet Dream of Happiness
Title: Sweet Dream of Happiness
Author:
xangelxofxhellx
Rating: R for graphic imagery involving blood, murder and suicide
POV: my insane mind
Summary: ...The only things left are the bended rusted nails that are sticking out from the torn dusty frame .....
Disclaimer: 1 year and something old
Author Notes: I tend to write stuff like this when i'm attempting to get drunk.
Freezing cold basement floor
Desperate gasps are heard
Distant voices are calling for us
The smell is suffocating and musky
And the air is slightly cold
Flesh decomposes and falls at our feet
With us staring at it bluntly
The voices stopped their pleas... we are left to rot in this place
Wet walls are saturated with blood sins
The lust is written there - into some unmarked place
Near the so full of holes blanket
We are all alone
Barbwire goes right around your arms and through your wrists
Making you scream and bleeding you off your dreams
Putrid blood floats above the floor
Filling the room with it's dark glow
The cross like shiny knife gets the best of me
I pick it up and worship it
I shivered from the moment i first touched it remember?
I look slowly around us - our last place for this life time
One condemned stream of moonlight reaches through the bars on the window
The glass is gone now and was replaced with wood
That one long gone too
The only things left are the bent rusty nails that are sticking out from the torn windowpane
Sweet smelling smoke suddenly fills the room
Brought by the night's wind
We are near a crematory
Such a strange place from where people are released into the unknown
The only candle filling the room with ghostly light
Moves slightly at a steady pace
It has veins on it and the human form of a heart
your heart
It smells sweetly while burning, mixing smells with the smoke from outside
Two different scents both resembling human flesh
Grasping the weakness of your blood stained arms
I begin to slash open your desires
Muffling your pleas for more with a kiss
Your eyes are glowing with a twisted smile
Your lips move but you can't say anything now
No living dreams remain - just as the pain grows -
Everything goes from blur to numb for you
There is nothing left of me in your mind
Silence is dripping on the walls and screaming inside me
While blood floods from everywhere and reaches our bare feet
Falling upon our frames warming both of us.
Soaked in blood we slide onto the ground together
The cold is warm now
Darkness is darker then ever
The beam of fire from your heart is still untouched
Making piles of ashes onto the floor
The wind of death had come for us
Spreading your ashes far into the room
I hear the numbness echoing through me
Warmth is frozen inside me
I feel the stinging from the cold air
Our veins are no longer vivid
Blood is no longer pulsating
I feel you stop breathing - i take in your dying figure
One last blow from this doomed wind
And we are cold and full of blood
Laying dead on the basement floor.
Author:
xangelxofxhellx
Rating: R for graphic imagery involving blood, murder and suicide
POV: my insane mind
Summary: ...The only things left are the bended rusted nails that are sticking out from the torn dusty frame .....
Disclaimer: 1 year and something old
Author Notes: I tend to write stuff like this when i'm attempting to get drunk.
Freezing cold basement floor
Desperate gasps are heard
Distant voices are calling for us
The smell is suffocating and musky
And the air is slightly cold
Flesh decomposes and falls at our feet
With us staring at it bluntly
The voices stopped their pleas... we are left to rot in this place
Wet walls are saturated with blood sins
The lust is written there - into some unmarked place
Near the so full of holes blanket
We are all alone
Barbwire goes right around your arms and through your wrists
Making you scream and bleeding you off your dreams
Putrid blood floats above the floor
Filling the room with it's dark glow
The cross like shiny knife gets the best of me
I pick it up and worship it
I shivered from the moment i first touched it remember?
I look slowly around us - our last place for this life time
One condemned stream of moonlight reaches through the bars on the window
The glass is gone now and was replaced with wood
That one long gone too
The only things left are the bent rusty nails that are sticking out from the torn windowpane
Sweet smelling smoke suddenly fills the room
Brought by the night's wind
We are near a crematory
Such a strange place from where people are released into the unknown
The only candle filling the room with ghostly light
Moves slightly at a steady pace
It has veins on it and the human form of a heart
your heart
It smells sweetly while burning, mixing smells with the smoke from outside
Two different scents both resembling human flesh
Grasping the weakness of your blood stained arms
I begin to slash open your desires
Muffling your pleas for more with a kiss
Your eyes are glowing with a twisted smile
Your lips move but you can't say anything now
No living dreams remain - just as the pain grows -
Everything goes from blur to numb for you
There is nothing left of me in your mind
Silence is dripping on the walls and screaming inside me
While blood floods from everywhere and reaches our bare feet
Falling upon our frames warming both of us.
Soaked in blood we slide onto the ground together
The cold is warm now
Darkness is darker then ever
The beam of fire from your heart is still untouched
Making piles of ashes onto the floor
The wind of death had come for us
Spreading your ashes far into the room
I hear the numbness echoing through me
Warmth is frozen inside me
I feel the stinging from the cold air
Our veins are no longer vivid
Blood is no longer pulsating
I feel you stop breathing - i take in your dying figure
One last blow from this doomed wind
And we are cold and full of blood
Laying dead on the basement floor.