Vampyres .
Blood lust desires.
Raging through the soul.
Crying through the veins .
In the night sky.
I feel safe.
The stars my blankets.
Comforts my anxiety away.
Being a psychic vampyre, is considered evil by some. To me, it's not. It's a way of life. Needing energy to feel alive inside.
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There is always another side. Some have too much energy, others, not enough.
Larry was a crocodile who become friends with a Parrot named Dojo.
One day, Larry asked Dojo.
" Why do you always mimic everything I do"
The parrot responded
"I'm a Parrot, Larry. that's what Parrots do.
" oh yeah lol," smiled Larry.
It's beginning to look alot like Halloween.
My favorite holiday.
Crawling like a spider in a basement.
Hallow scent .
Of a pile of rats .
Over Moldy define tats .
That fade in time.
Giving me a sign
Of foggy dark days
I do love the new singer from linkin park, Emily. She is amazing. But still, she can't replace Chester. He will always be missed.
I love their new song Emptiness machine .
It's exactly how I feel at times.
It's OK not to be OK.
Knowing not everyday, Going to milkshakes and French fries.
Had a fascination with the dark, since I was young. Loved creepy crawling things spiders and insects. I especially loved the calmness of the night.
R.i.p : Typo o negative.
I love all their songs. Unique deep vampire voice. Unique gothic sound.
Peter pan is actually the bad guy and Captain hook is the good guy.
Fairy tales are actually horror stories to warn children.
It Being suicide month, and being a survivor, I fully understand the pain, and frustration that goes with it. Just want to let you know, your not alone in the fight.
There's a light tower that shines on the storm of the sea. It's the friends, family or ancestors that shines on your path.
Used .
Like old tattoos.
Which stories where made .
Betrayed .
By Scars of broken relationships .
Tears of lips .
Opening wide .
To how many times they lied .
Deceived .
Wolf's often lead .
The sheep.
Some days are I don't know .
Some days are getting by.
Some days are surviving .
Some days are emotional.
Some days are numb.
Need a pill for my loneliness .
A lover in a bottle of lilithum .
When the lights are deem .
Need an injection .
of affection .
Hugs or two doses.
To fix the psychosis .
Under the sheet's cover .
Is mental illness, my unstable lover .
Passions driven like 260 miles per hour .
With Intense power .
Taste of its Manic lips .
And sharp fingertips.
Whips unto my hips .
Until I surrender .
Falling in love with its hallucinations
Voices and sensual sensations.
Shivering down my neck
Down to the nerves of My belly button
To the toes
And to the unknownes
Wanting its pleasure and pain
Your words like an old casket .
Echoing through the morgue .
Decaying slowly .
Buried six feet .
Shadows of a once love affair
Now a tombstone of lies
Where we once made love
Now a cementry.
Dark rainy autistic tears.
Waiting for remedies and cures .
Inside a magical world of fairies .
Knights and dragons, which carries .
Through the years .
In one's own thoughts .
Never spoils or rots
A bridge towards the now and beyond
Romantic love, is an airplane in the sky .
That shots love bombing to the eye.
It's the unpredictable you.
Ranging like WW2.
Jealously tips it wings .
For the chaos it brings .
A tragedy in armor
For the poor farmer
Who sold his soul for a lover
"Every man and every woman is a star. A star is an individual identity; it radiates energy, it goes, it is a point of view. Its object is to become the whole by establishing relations with other stars. Each such relation is an Event: it is an act of Love under Will."
Aleister Crowley
Autism, adhd, bpd, psychosis and mild cognitive disorder are my labels, inside of a societies cereal box. Pour down with milk and pills.
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