You'll Be Washed Away By Labor Day.Crouched down in warm wind,You'll Be Washed Away By Labor Day. by EyeOfHavoc
I felt ocean mist trying to put out my fire like sins.
I used my fingers,
Because the rocks were to hot-
And the woods nearby looked suspiciously alive.
I watched my toes wiggle into a wet spot,
And grimaced at my cold thoughts.
Our love was a ripped map,
Missing the center.
We were lost.
An ugly 'X' marked our ending destination,
Dripping coffee stains made a trail of lies and deceit.
A foreign vanilla perfume wafted off your favorite suit's sleeves-
I bought it on our honey moon.
I guessed you bought her there too.
Inhaling the salty wind-
And wondering to no end.
I wrote your name in the sand,
And threw your grandmother's ring into the angry ocean.
The Secrets of the MansionThe Secrets of the Mansion by thedarkenedkeeper
Come, children, come,
So I may tell you a story,
But be warned and cautious,
It is rather gory.
But I'll spare all the details,
So do not fear.
This story is simply for fun,
So do come close and hear.
Now our tale begins
With a girl known as Elle.
She was as gentle as a butterfly
And she seemed rather well.
But curiosity got the best of her
And she couldn't help but see
The large eerie mansion,
The one that frightened me.
She approached the large beaten door
And rung the deafening bell.
Little did this girl know,
She was in for complete hell.
The door creaked open
And a replusing odor flew.
She took a step inside and thought,
"Those rumors are not true."
The darkened place,
It seemed awfully messy,
It was such a disgrace.
Once deep inside,
The door locked shut.
Now she was beginning to worry
With pain in her gut.
Suddenly she heard crackling moans
Coming from behind the basement door.
"Who do those moans belong to?" She thought.
She wanted to know more.
To the basement she
WieldHaving plucked innocent men to martyr them from bloodless gravesWield by lycanthropeful
And drowned them in a sanguine Hell, teeming, writhing, with the unsaved,
From His mouth drips a language rotting in an ancient drivel
Unjust as it is outdated, every vacillating turn and swivel
Slices into its victims as the blade whets the stone.
Then entranced, they sway and idle through a life that's worth much more
Than begging, hating, trusting, and believing, that to land at Heaven's door
His name must be revered and spoken, pollinated in every pore.
Its seeds are sown and planted, deep-rooted, sinking down to the very core.
Germinated, the husk is shed, but the seeds of faith survive alone.
Hypocrisy, a spike-borne coffin, entraps its entrants in between
The promises of misquoted words and the thrill of omniscient unseen
Each side punctures flesh, ensuring the eternal servitude
Of a warrior, his broadsword wrought with the fire-branded attitude
That temptation caused the fall of man, the sin from which his errors
Current Residence: national guard|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium
Print preference: ya.... i need a new printer
Favourite genre of music: not opra
Favourite photographer: my sis
Favourite style of art: goth/dark (im trying to get out of my depressing spiral but....)
Operating System: its some kind of computer i think
MP3 player of choice: have an ipod it works.......kinda
Shell of choice: bone
Wallpaper of choice: prefer varnished or oiled wood
Skin of choice: depends what im doing with it
Personal Quote: kill em all when i rule the world