If my soul is a piece of your artwork
If my soul is a piece of your artwork and my soul is a part of my mind and my mind is a part of my body but my body is no longer mine If my words
At times love can turn dark, when your become hopeless and make you lonely and you have to seek refuge in Dark poems about Loneliness and love
If my soul is a piece of your artwork and my soul is a part of my mind and my mind is a part of my body but my body is no longer mine If my words
Pen to paper, One last time, Trying my hardest, Not to rhyme, Simple simplicity, Complex in it’s measure, Broken ideas, New found
It dwells in the deepest pit of our souls Subversion and ruin, its cruelest of goals When least expecting, it then rears its head Tainting the
The words now flow ever so gracefully from my lips, Only found within the radar blips, it’s the– Thing that brings me to my knees, That
I wish I never loved you I wish we’d never met. I wish your heart was breaking and I could just forget. I wish you never hurt me I wish my
“Eventually,” he said to me. He promised me the sky. And even though I could not live, I also could not die. “Eventually,”
Do you believe in counting If you only count to three? The world is slowly burning down. The world is burning me. The flames burn deep. Beyond my
You’re far more than a memory You’re more than just a name In all those months you hated me I loved you all the same. Although you
Unless you help me, I will die. I say this as it’s true. I have no will to carry on; My will was once in you. Unless you get me on my
Tell me that you’re sorry; Tell me you would change all the things been done to me. Say you’d rearrange something done, so
The nights are full of fear. My blood runs cold, Until you’re near. When your here my flesh burns red, Thoughts of you run through my head. My
I feel it take over, It knocks out my wind, The feeling then lowers, And it hits me again, I feel like I’m falling, This time it’s for
clock keeps ticking i know time is running out whether i should pack my things and give up on the thought of starting again. truth is, i
No like but all lust too many lies. too little trust. Find within me a heart to behold something unspoken. something untold Something religious,
Tell me what I ache to hear and fill this void within Bring unto my lonely days this awf’ly sweetened sin Take away the emptiness and fill it
Why must the worm intrude the maiden bud? All of this white has been tainted by blood. Innocence stolen, but nothing returned – and evidence
Presenting black on faded gray A life was born and slipped away then held me as an ancient page; left there to die, to rust, to age. A flower spun
Lately iv been lost its not like iv ever been found But today is the day my forgetfulness made well known its costs You see my mind wanders in my
Indeed you left me insecure and hopelessly insane For every moment I’m awake my lips repeat your name I shall mistake this agony for loving
Undone by all unsaid to you, a passion untamed me And spoke of cruel realities I wished to never see Return to which you thought of me, an age is