Shadows overlap
In a blissful pattern
Pitch black coalition
Cerebral malfunction
Left in the cold gardens
Of a misenthropic wasteland
Devoid of any sense of purpose
Imprinted demons and angels
Stare with unrelenting agony
Anxious calls for relief
Screams fall deaf on the world above
They don't match mine
Sometimes the blood doesn't wash away
Sometimes I forget who I am
Sometimes forgiveness is not an option
But then I see stains from your heart on my hands
The better half of me
Never understands the consequences of empathy
Frozen in denial
In front of a menial and mundane snow-covered sundial
The scene is suicidal
As much as I desecrate myself on this land
As much as it pains me to keep breathing
From a twist of fate bred in my chest cavity
I won't fucking die
Be my savior and seperate my soul from this hollow lie
I Have A Copy
of Stoker' Dracula off the shelf. Our immortal could be central character in this poetry offering - allets -
Never read any of the
Never read any of the Dracula's actually, so unfortunately I don't have a reference to base your comment on D: but I could see how it could be a tale of Dracula! Thanks for reading!