New Post The Solitary Satanist Pounding banging...
screams and shouts...

Cold whispers,
of a once hated life...

A soft light, through clouds grown weary,
a sweet comfort, relaxing you...

Dawn paints a new portrait,
but the whispers of yesterday remain...

My heart freezes under blankets of ice and snow,
who can ever find it...

A smoothe cream,
dripping chills of fog off her brow...

Your anger flies out,
rolling off your tounge...

Sorrow seems to follow you,
like a pack of widowed wolves...

The Barbed Wire Fatality...

Your words plow through my soul,
like raindrops pounding the windows...

Fog bleeds from the moon like ghost like tendrils,
Grasping at what they can't reach...

I fall from grace,
unholy night...