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His...A tempters garden, strewn with misapprehensionHis...
Laid upon the bearers shell of vanity; The Libretto A hand of uncertainty prevails throughout Her The chance, Ravens are calling, minds hallucinating
Quill to thy script, Wrists draped in a concealment of crimson Eyes drenched in the self-pity of Thy Dying Bride
Utterance is whispering His mendacity, but, Non-other than Himself can retrieve,
His Dying Bride,
The Ravens Mirror Image, The Coffins Infant
His Graves Ancillary
by ~BastOfTheTormented
A Fools ParadisePorcelain smile,A Fools Paradise
Perfection plastered to an impassive infant. Drenched in brackish tributaries beneath the darkening shroud A disappointment to ones self
A world painted with morbidity,
ones paradise is another’s anguish, holding all that’s authentic too close for comfort. This, the ubiquitous mistake.
A tear on The Dying Rose, gives time for one more. Cloaked in an ambiguous stupor of turmoil, oceans, hastening to the aid of broken mentality.
Past and Present - a endowment from Divinity Prospective - a choice elected by Seraphs in
by ~BastOfTheTormented
...Teardrop stains the satin gown of purity and virtue,...
A Phantom of abrupt nightmares, enchant the eternal wish - “Clothed Dear Virgin, Unlike the Madonna upon his thrown”
Her vanity incandescing The Crown placed in favor of Thorns The heir of heroin is only a Ravens Call missing, A wail heard for countless to approach in abet…
But the sorceress, by no means, leaves the fading to ache alone - Mourn all he desires, drowned by the enthralling anecdote she chants
Her tender hand, draping the fallen in rose’s – A flower of eternal love Th
by ~BastOfTheTormented
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Sakuran. IIby `zemotion
Continental Marksmen Ch. 1 “Do I really have to take everything off?”Continental Marksmen Ch. 1
“Yes, you really do,” I said for the second time, clutching a backpack full of clothes I had bought for her less than an hour ago. What was her problem? Never changed clothing out in the wilderness behind a tree? “I don’t feel comfortable.” “I’m terribly sorry.” She leaned out from the other side of the tree to look at me. “No you’re not.” “No,
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- Current Residence: South Africa
- Interests: Photography, Poetry, Visual Art and Music
- Favourite band or musician: Arch Enemy, Cradle Of Filth, Nightwish, Within Temptation, Leaves Eyes, Deathstars, Helium Vola...
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