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Let crimson tears fall from thine face



and onto the cold hard floor



to make a small puddle....



that will soon form an ocean



To were the sin filled spirts of the hell may bathe in



While the blacked sky of my heart and soul



May rain down soft dead roses

If I were to die here and now

The world would not make a sound.

The world would not stop

People would not pause to think

Of the girl who had one to many drinks.

No one would cry, or watch me as I die.

Not one soul would care

Except for the ones who loved and often stared

Tears may fall not a lot compared to all

But those few tears will help me sleep

As others cry and weep

I think this as I lie here

With all this self harm I may have cut to deep

I try to reach for my drink

But I drop down tired and weak

Now is the time to sleep

I close my eyes and dream my last dream





Good Night

"WILD ADAPTER"



This "Death"

Invitation to freedom.

Nothingness, eternally revealed.

Absolute denail

Conception of sin.

A scornful laugh and profanity for life.

Or Defeat.

Vanishing body temperature.

Flowing redness.

Losing the luxury of pain........

The orgasm seen in that moment



(( I my self did not write this peom, but its one of my favorites. sadly though I do not know the writer's name.))

True happiness is hard to find

And i found mine in just one guy

His name i dare not say

For i fear he will be taken away

Though he may say he doesnt like me......

At least i can dream.......



**~~(-Love Eternally-)~~**

To Bathe in other's blood can be quite enjoyable.

To drink the blood is irresistible.

But to spill the blood with your own two hands is most....



Wonderful

Death Angel

By The Dark Jester



I lay there still on the ground;

Waiting for my eyes to close and to drift onto endless sleep.

As I lie there I see an angel with black wings,

Fly down toward me, though I could not see your face… you are beautiful.





The feathers from your wings, are as dark as night itself.

Your cloak silky and smooth; that flows as you drift from the sky.

Your scythe shimmers in the light;

The light that is blinding to me, but yet I can’t stop looking.





The sight of you makes me feel everlasting joy.

Tears stream down my face and you come closer.

I have waited so long to see you it seems like a dream.

A dream I wish never to wake from.





You hold out your hand, and so do I.

I wait for your embrace,

While you drift ever so gracefully toward me.

I sense your presents as my vision seen to blur.

The pain starts gets worse though, and I cry out.





You grab my hand and everything seems right.

The pain is gone and I can see again.

I look at you; still your face can’t be seen

But I know you’re smiling at me.





You whisper to me, come with me were there is no pain.

Tears of joy slowly fall down my cheek and I nod.

You then hold me and fly me toward the light.

The flap of your wings eases me.



I look back and wear I used to lie.

I then turn away and look you once again.

I whisper under my breath…

I love you my Death Angel