Forget Me Not

cyanide nightmares
and opium dreams
a sadist’s delight
within a masochist’s scream

fate is blind
and love is dead
cold hearted laughter
reverberates through my head

the cadavers begin to crawl
and the carrion take flight
faithless I resign myself
to this sanguinary sight

hopeless I pray
to baphomet
for mortal compassion
to wash away this…[Read more]

@cath 55 wrote:

@Pete wrote:

Police are now saying it’s a dead sheep must be terrible for the mother

oh ffs!!!!!!!!! ok, many of you on the boards may be unfamiliar with the story just as my youngest was until she watched ‘see no evil’, i remember her saying to me, I didnt understand the enormity of this mum till i watched that…

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congratulations on surviving another year in this tumultuous melee that we call life

dapper

edict

Folly

crimson teardrops
fall in scarlet rain
my jaded soul
reflected in
the mirror darkest

my mortal heart
rended from
flesh so weak
and disgourging
spider like talons
crawls towards its
own self-destruction

demons of my
own design
slither and wind
ascending from
the charnel chasm
the abyss reflected
in diamond faceted eyes

all fall to the…[Read more]

ached

why do polar bears have fur coats?

Because they would look silly in anoraks

@Forget Me Not wrote:

who is that?
who calls my name?
what do you want?
what is your game?

are you redemption
sent on silken soft wings?
or are you a demon
come to say sinful things?

whoever you are
whatever your tone
nothing can you say to me
would outweigh my own
sense of loss

how about…

For I am but
of mortal flesh
and I can only do
my…[Read more]

are you referring to that poem in particular or are you talking about the whole lot? because what I usually do is write it then edit it so that it flows better

who is that?
who calls my name?
what do you want?
what is your game?

are you redemption
sent on silken soft wings?
or are you a demon
come to say sinful things?

whoever you are
whatever your tone
nothing can you say to me
would outweigh my own
sense of loss

conformity

prison

blood

blues

moniker

drunk

fight

oddly I almost never dream of flying, I dream of falling quite a bit but not actually flight, unless you could count turning into a lightning bolt as flight