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I see nothing wrong with posting your feelings, dreams and ambitions in vampire rave journal. Plus, it's good to post, for your mental health. It gets it out to a caring community.
A Black swan dances in the darkness of the night sky.
A sonnet she performers for years.
Telling her story , in a dark tale for all those to hear.
born in the darkness and appearing in her shadow from the waters above, she struggles to keep up float
To continue is a ballet of great strength
Determination and pain for her.
The pain that drowns her daily like a six foot coffin. Trying to dance for all to see. Trying to be the dark swan the world will love.
A black swan carries it's broken wings
Through the eternal hell it brings
Eternal flames on her back
Thinking of the happiness she lacks
Some day maybe she will be fixed
She hopes
She alone elopes
In her dark world
Where she loves
an broken music box .
Wasting away under a pile of rocks .
Still continues to play .
Even to this day .
Slowly playing never giving up hope
Keeps winding up like two lovers that elope
Death's love and affection becomes my masterpiece my anchor
Strangely keeping me up float till I met my maker
To the day I make love to the idea
Like an open encyclopedia
Temptations like an open bullet shot
Sensually firey and hot
So that is of death.
My lover, my escape, my peace my breath
My wellness to move forward in deaths embrace
Kissing the lips to touch his face
Becoming one soul
To fill the hole
Of emptiness
Have you ever had your brain go quiet.
In a pursuit or muted chaotic riot .
Where things fall apart in the most twisted way.
You do everything you can to handle the day .
Like escaping Into the dept of death just to get away .
And what can you say .
Death makes earth a living hell for me .
Lord darkness is her guide
Leading her to the other side
It's her lover on lonely days
Her savior when things are out of control
It's her voices in what she says
It's her umbrella on rainy stormy hays
I too like her embrace the darkness
Wonder when I will be introduced to abyss
I think for some, they should take classes on empathy for a child, before having children. Too many unfit parents in this world. Too much abuse and neglect.
lycanthropy is the transformation from human to a werewolf. So, the word Lycan is a short word for lycanthropy. Both are related to each other and technically, are the same.
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