Ravenheart37

I'm sorry I turned out so differently to you I'm sorry I exploded into a million shades of grey while you remained stoically black and white and I'm sorry you can't accept that I'm a different person today But you know what's the best part? I'm not really sorry at all.

i found you, drifting in the depths of my despair i heard your cry echoing through the darkness Your eyes spoke a thousand and one words of demons and shadows of yesterday that haunt the hallways of your mind and into your light I dived entwining our souls in a twisted love affair a deeper love I have not known you are my twilight my hearthstone                       my everything through this storm of darkness I shall be your lighthouse shielding you from diablo's hounds so just close your eyes; in my arms, you'll be safe and sound and even if I can never call you mine at least, for a little while i was the reason behind your smile

droplets of cold condensation matted his hot skin mist hazing in front of his eyes ice trickled though his veins the fever had gripped his body and held it hostage yet Death was not yet ready to pay the ransom mercy, he thought, pounding out the last letter of the word he yearned for the wings he so oft dreamed of, for freedom of the shackles that crucified him to his suffering spare me your religious prattling there is only one god mercy, he begged release me to Him

in the quiet of the night, he slips in carrying vials of corruption echoes of darkness follow in his wake and the crucifixion of a once anesthetized mind hyperaware thoughts, like flames, lick through hollow halls burning, blazing, blistering I watch as dreams turn to bitter ash as you turn to bitter ash… and I ask him, why? and for once, only silence from the twisting tendrils of his e'er darkening flames…

A coldness creeps through her Life drains from her veins, cement and mud eagerly lapping it up Desperately she clings onto a thread of oxygen Her heart gasps, gulping down the vapour of death Flames leap from the ground, licking and scorching her tender soul Lucifer rises from the depths and ice blue eyes stare from within, smiling teasingly His outstretched hand a formal welcome into Hell then, a light appears- magnesium set on fire- A fiery white light from above, blinding, holy sword meets demonic mace Splintering sparks in a deafeningly silent clash Both vying to win the centuries old gamble Of souls to win, or souls to los

an angel, a demon aching in the midnight sky- cracked bones drift in a loose suspension of haunted thoughts in empty halls, scattered throughout with snowflakes, light with deception Battle scars roam across her pale canvas, illustrating the path travelled with blind direction Her eyes betray the lie within that cruel wanting- she's lost in paradise