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His teeth penatrate my skin leaveing his mark of evil



Injecting park of his darkened soul into my angelic body



The darkness slowly takeing over destroying the angelic light within



Changeing my halo to the horns of the devil changeing



Changeing my angelic wings to that of the devils

Black is the colour of my infected heart

Black is the colour of my toutured soul

Black is the colour of my inner demon

Black is the colour of my lovers hair

Black is the colour of my intence nightmares

Black velvet dress sways in the graveyard gust. a ball of black roses swing in the steps



an enchanting voice ahead calls for her to come thorth a blacken vail hides her idenity a hush falls the crowd in black clothes as she comes forth to take her place by the devils son.

In the dark corner my killer awaits me with an entention to take mt life with a knife? a gun? or a poisen.



i do not fear my killer in the dark corner i pitty the killer that will drench my hair of the angels with the blood of the devils.



releasing a tourtured soul from its liveing coffin

Ice blue eyes engulted by darkness. powered white skin marked by black lines of evil. two black lips ake up a smile of playful lust enclosing sharpened pearls. his voice is that of the devil enviting me to be his fallen dark angel.

Once apon a time i was with a gothic brat prince life was great plans where made.



then came the nightmare and washed away everything.



a week pasted till i meet eyes with the brat prince.



Along came a black knight came along and stole my heart from the brat prince.



i was his angel in the dark and he was my black knight now the brat prince lives in my nightmares.

Theres always someone in this world that gives people a hard time



them damned people give creation to the insain and suasidle



if it wasnt for them people there wouldnt be the homeless there wouldnt be wars



so when you start complaing about people in this world giveing you a hard time blame the parents

this poem wasnt written by but it was written for my by a person deep within my heart



Angel Of My Desire



I walk throw the darkness trailing my shame when i went near the light i could feel the pain.



When i turned to the darkness the trail made of fire i saw the angel of my desire.



The flames started to raise i saw the beauty throw your desirable angel eyes.



When we first touched my feelings started to ucure my pain went away into the darkness in a blur.



My cold black lips touched your lips red as a rose

my heart felt like it was on fire.



I wanted to take this moment and feel your desire now your in my thoughts and in my heart.



roses will lay on a cematry path which will take me to my angel of desire.



This love i have for you my darling will never part. my feelings for you will never go my love for you will always show sickness and death will never tair use apart your my angel of desire the key to my heart



by jay jackson

i dont know who he is i dont know if he egsits i close my eyes and there he is burning my flesh



his pycotic smile burns images in to my head he walks up to me his hot breath apon my blood stained skin



he comes closer as if to give me the kiss of death



i wake up he is gone but the pain stays

She walks in the room all eyes are on her one look from her a destiny could be changed



she starts danceing one by one her bones follow the music her hole being screaming evil



She look into your eyes and you see the gateway to hell



everything speeds up yet she moves in slow motion

Black hair shimmers in the bright light green eyes stand out from pale white skin



black feathers fall as blood flows from her wrists



BROKEN SOUL AND A BROKEN HEART

you come from no were and pull me in to your dark ambrace



your deep dark eyes your one in a million face tantalizes me drawing me in



you have a voice of a siren pulling me in to a frenzy of movment and light



knowing that in the end i am your angel in the dark

walking in the street in a void of lonlyness seeingonly impreshions and blurry visions of a crowd



then theres you a shadow crisp and sharp as if cut in to the fabric of time forever lasting

In my sleep they call to me sucking and eating away at my memories



Infecting my dream turning them to nightmares

i fear if i give in to them i will not awake been laied in my coffin