Arisilde

He's after my memories again. I turn the corner and he's there, forehead wrinkles smiling at me, eyes blank with a sinister hunger. His mouth a black mess of spider-silk thread stitches, forming a combination of crusty scabs, and flesh that has healed together into a raggedy gash. I've long since given up on proving his existence to others. Forced stays at the institution has taught me that. They tell me that memory loss is a normal part of life. I lose days at a time, weeks even. Once I lost a month....Just a month-long gap between August and October. They tell me that I had a birthday, and dislocated my shoulder in a fight....Would be n

Freedom Twisting, Stretching, Pulling Pushing Upwards-- Onwards. Her wings are bound with Silver Spiderwebs-- Steel Strong and Glass Sharp. Panicking, She becomes Entangled-- The Web becoming Tighter-- Till... At Last! She bursts free-- Her Wings in Tatters for the Price of her Freedom.

Give In Predators Breath Chill and Sweet Slowly Spilling along the Silken Skin of Her Spine. Ice-Sharp Shivers and A Gasp of-- Hesitant Submission.

For Alice When all the world Seems To Dim and Darken. And the Big Bads Come out And drain the light From your blue-grey eyes. When your thoughts grow Heavy With Thunder and Rain And the Pain and Despair of Another day Seems to Push You Beyond your Limits. And you Wish to Lay Down, Never to get up. Making yourself Numb to it all. To let the Last Breath Pass from you lips. And to Rest, to Sleep, to Float... To become... Nothing. DONT. Look to the Sky, and if there is No Sunlight, There is Moonlight and the Stars. Look around you. There is Pain, True. But there is also Love, And there are people. And the

A soft rain had begun to fall, turning a watery shade of rust int the feeble, orangish light of the dim sun. Pools of tepid water, brimming with mud the color of raw liver, dotted the pocked and scarred road, causing those who stepped into them to curse vehemently. The rain was warm, in contrast to the chill air, and there was a faint, metallic tang to it. A vague acidity. The bitter, sooty taste of smoke permeated the air, setting more than a few pedestrians into fits of wheezing and hacking. Here and there stood grimy steel barrels containing lazy, flickering flames. Small clusters of people hovered around them, while others hurried past,

The sun was dying. For time out of mind it had been. Every day, slightly dimmer, tinting the sky with a sickly orange glow. Every day, slightly cooler, the chill slowly setteling into the bones of those who inhabited this world. And with the dying light and the increasing cold came the unsettling knowledge there was little time left. Very little time. The inhabitants of this world had said in the past that when such a time came, they would be prepared. Be ready for the wost. Such a time has come and they are neither ready or prepared. The sun is dying, and they are powerless. A forgotten world circling a persishing sun, it inhabitants resi

Addicts Addiction Opulent Brilliance, Trancendental Bliss. Within the hollow silver Drips-- The Addicts Addiction. She wades farther in. Desperate Despair. Asylum Sanctuary. Necromancers Sacrifice-- Dispense her Innocence Over a sheet of Midnight Velvet-- Shadows writhing Across her Parchment Skin. The lusterless blade traces the delicate Fliligree of Her Decrepite Blue veins Across her ancient, Peeling skin.

Tasteless Libation Motor oil Slick and Sweet Ignite her nerves With sensual Displeasures. Burn her out With poisioned epiphanies And scald her innards With an inflammatory Caress. Gasoline Liquid Ambrosia incarnate Set fire to her Lust and Greed. Insinuate and irritate the bleeding scab-wound of her ravaged Maidenhood. Embrace the primeval Needs of Flesh and Obliterate her mind to needless reason. Spiral in a dizzying caveat. Deranged. Degrade. Dephtless. Deep within the mother, Who bleeds her monthly tribune This is her inheritance-- Nectar Reliance's Lap the last drops and Revel in her Parasitic life-form;

Sacrifice Empty eyes glaze over With the Fog of Death. Bloodied stumps reach up to claw At the cold granite of the tomb. Bathed within the ice of the moon, The raven laughs at foreseen doom. Curled up inside the coffin, Sealed within the forgotten womb. Feel the winds cruel breath, Blowing through the empty cuts. Feel the scalpels blazing edge, Teetering on the brink of the ledge, Like that of a sacrifical knife. The broken child has been set Upon the sadistic altar of pleasure. And the womb has been sealed away, Waiting to be slashed open upon another day. And the night has been tossed aside, While the demons chant and sw