I am the backwards God;
the streets...

Give me life
or give me ash...

*Written as more of a song. But it works as a...
No skin...

My heart's a graveyard,
cold and bitter...

With my words misplaced in the dirt
winter memories...

I pondered,
o'er dearest Abigail...

His blindness,
his deafness...

***Come out, come out where ever you are, so lost...
Inspired by the ever brilliant Nightwish...

Dilated,
your eyes can see the paint peeling off the walls...

Where the kings once faltered
and hail...

***Question your heart, indeed ... yet never the...
Written for contest by GothicVampyress...

In the summer shades of Eden,
waning like a crescent moon...