I'm Nothing More

You might like it if I was shady like you.
I’d become something more than just a shadow,
more than a blackened rose going crisp.

I'm a horrid thing laying limp in the sun,
leaving my perfume to lingering on the wind.

I’m more to you than this shady rose bud
laying in your unforgiving hands,
Waiting to crush me.
Lift weekend
forgotten by time,
wilted,
crusted,
and rotten.

Life has no need for shady affairs,
me forgotten.
I’m nothing more than a
Shady Black Rose.


Hello there,

Will as you can see I like writing I do some art as will. About me okay will I consider myself to be very open and honest about myself. Though I don't like to flirt I am a nice person and outgoing. I can come off a bet odd at times but hmmm who doesn't in this world hey. I like Gothic poetry, art, fashion, est... I do consider myself to be a Goth shshsh! don't tell anyone I'm a Vampire too. :]---@






Bite me, rate me, add me, favor me, I don't really care but I will return the favor because I'm nice like that. :]




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Move down into my hell,
no water,
no fresh air to breath,
I'm your redeemer
your last chance for life lived well.

I am the shadow lurking behind your gravestone,
I'm the reaper sifting through your sins.
I'm your souls last chance for forgiveness.
I'm an Angel of darkness rising to take a stand,
I sift through this earthly world
with my hand of shadows.

My soul lurks where no mortal dare to tread.

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The sun doesn't like me much but I like it here's a poem I wrote, for my love for the sunrise.

Her beauty kills my mood

The night movies with her,
and her shadow scratches on the walls
leaving a wound inside my heart
I'm watching it bleed out before me.

A beauty with a darkened heart,
she lurks on the edge of the night.

I can't help but to love her eternal shade,
her beauty kills my mood.

Like the full moon
she becomes a God to my waves
washing upon my shores
with her shadowy form.

Lucide beams streak from her hair,
spelling out upon my Plutonian shore.

Watch her beauty beaming before me,
like no other have I seen,
such beauty as she beams.

A falling star
without a sky,
Watch her fly
now she's landing on my shores.

Gracing my presence with her beautiful mystery.






“Life is full of shady affairs, once it held you tight within its whom but now its letting death take hold. You can see his shadow behind you."




Paint my world with grongy affairs,
inky black hair,
dark lips with black finger tips.

Splashes of ink drip down my cheeks
eyes full of Gothic tears.

I fall fully into his blackened heart
deeper deeper still
lovely is his stair.

Deeply dark
darker still
pitch black
hair hangs loose from its noose
beckons deeper
deeper still.

Lovely Goth with long black hair,
skin like ivory cream,
satin cheeks with crimson streaks,
blushing crushing on Gothic lore.

Give it to me
Give me more...

Gothic
Gothy
Oh so grungy.

Bleeding from my Gothic heart,
dripping oozing onto the floor.

I'm a Gothic beauty
traced in black lace forevermore.
















My protectors
& their stamps



I am made up of all you fear,
all you regret,
all you see is not what it seams
for I am shady;
shady like your dreams.
Ashened like a blackened rose
fading crushed by the hands of death
he has left me with his kiss
leaving me upon my last dying breath.







I am madness

Do you know what it is to be mad?

I'm the epiphany of all you know is to be madness.
I am your shadow.
I am your creature of madness
of darkness and all of those wonderful things.

I creep and walk your mind,
you're my freak on a leash.

I'll eat at your soul
leaving it shady laying on the floor.

Nothing but broken is your mind
for I am black, darkness,
and all that.
I am what your dreams
and nightmares can make up.

Within shadow and light
I creep out of the night.
I am rotten and forgotten.
I run like maskara down your cheeks.
I am the cloud shadowing your mood.
I am the epiphany of all you believe to be reall
for I am madness and surreal.

Are you mad like?




This is my Mentorship





Nosferatu...

He who walks in shadow,
whom is made of fear and sorrow.

Walks upon this earth with a soul of shadow and steam,
long forgotten over centuries passed.

An immortal a dark brood indeed,
drinks from your soul
leaving you for dead.

He was done in by the sun
and his need for blood.