A poem for sorrow and death
"All that I ever wanted
To understand my nightmares
Possessed by my fears
Betrayed by my pride
Alone I wandered in the deepest dark
Seeking comfort from the vanity
Each time I escaped the real
My soul died, died a bit more
Confronting the evil within
Praying for my angel to appear
Agonized whisper into the emptiness
Begging for salvation-salvation for this cursed mind
Words without meaning
Touch without feeling
I do not recognize my own face
Eyes that were once shining
Now extinguished
Left only a silent cold
Sound of a tear falling down
In the desperate hour of loneliness
This shattered heart reaching for it's relief "
coyotrix:

Prague..

coyotrix:

Prague..

“Haunt me then… Be with me always… Take any form, drive me mad but don’t leave me. In this abyss where I cannot find you… I cannot live without my life, I cannot live without my soul…”
Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights

nameless-dead:

by ~Sea-Of-lLights

“The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again”
Homer
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