Corruption

Lost souls
Wandering in this world
Where the eternal night
Grows stronger
With each beat of my heart.
Hell is what noone seeks
But finds it eventually.
It only takes a witch
An apple and a believer
So that a demon could corrupt
Your soul and all that is pure.
The only question is the price of your soul
Your ready to name
When the same old tale plays out
But this time with your life.
And the devil was right all along
Everybody got a price
You just have to name yours...

Hollow silence

Hollow silence Screams louder than any word, An empty room Where hope once lived. I reach for fading echoes But they recede, In shadows Taking what I still need. The absence of light Is like a wound without a name, bruning me in blue flames. The vows you whispered seemed

Rules

The rule says— open the door to what waits outside. But what do I do when it speaks with my own voice? Do you ignore the logic and reach for the handle, trying to prove there’s nothing to fear? Or do you turn your gaze, slow and steady, to

A black crow wanted to stop my clock

When a black crow wanted to stop my clock The sound was breaking even through glass Making us lost In the darkness of space Everything should have ended Right before a sudden bang And a silent cries of a dying bird That's when I thought Beetles and skittles

Different Flows

A different current hums beneath your fragile skin— it starts as a small sensation, growing to a quiet pulsation that never stops, like rivers mapping new grounds, leaving ancient roads in the past, as a newborn child relearning every curve of your body. Another dances through the air, catching you

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