When history cannot remain
Take my soul therein detain
A world received, there an end
No monument or man, could ever mend
Breath and time, failing the high
With anxious will, we worship the sky
Once so frail and meek, red and pale
And of beauty's grace, never to fail
With anxious will, I gave her my dim rose
A queer and quaint nocturnal life, the me I such chose
Temptress aplenty, steals me within my core
Digesting my soul, and I beg for more
Oh the heart in truth, innocently it does beam
And on darkened night, a luscious smile does gleam
Never could I forget, such glimpses of her
As she pressed her hands deep, within my fur
Jessica, Jessica, my dearest black dove
Better yet a Raven, whom I do love
And a charming expression, a pleasurable delight
Doused in gluttony and harm, though never in plight
A crimson bed wet, dr
When history cannot remain
Take my soul therein detain
A world received, there an end
No monument or man, could ever mend
Breath and time, failing the high
With anxious will, we worship the sky
Once so frail and meek, red and pale
And of beauty's grace, never to fail
With anxious will, I gave her my dim rose
A queer and quaint nocturnal life, the me I such chose
Temptress aplenty, steals me within my core
Digesting my soul, and I beg for more
Oh the heart in truth, innocently it does beam
And on darkened night, a luscious smile does gleam
Never could I forget, such glimpses of her
As she pressed her hands deep, within my fur
Jessica, Jessica, my dearest black dove
Better yet a Raven, whom I do love
And a charming expression, a pleasurable delight
Doused in gluttony and harm, though never in plight
A crimson bed wet, dr
"There are rows of black birds
flying above us,
my love...
Away to foreign warm places
leaving no memories or traces -
There are rows of black birds above.
There is a strong, cold wind
howling and rowing ahead us,
my love...
The echo of a new harsh winter
like an unseen bitter creature
filling the gaps between us -
There is a strong cold wind ahead.
Am I entitled call you 'my love'?
This autumn feels too cold,
too empty to bare
this bare emptiness -
These gaps between us
like black doves
too bold and unreal to hold.
There are rows of black birds above.
They shall never see each other's faces
as they fly to foreign warm places,
Whi
Current Residence: Cheshire/Manchester, England Favourite genre of music: Metal mainly but I like all music. Favourite style of art: Gothic Romanticism
Favourite Visual Artist
Victoria Frances, John William Waterhouse, Rembrandt
Favourite Movies
Interview With The Vampire, Lord Of The Rings, Donnie Darko, Underworld
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Dying Bride, Mastodon, Emilie Autumn, Anathema, Dark Sanctuary, Trobar De Morte, Dir en Grey
Favourite Writers
Anne Rice, Edgar Allen Poe, H.P. Lovecraft, Mary and Percy Shelley
My novel Fletcher: Volume I is now number #45 in amazon's bestsellers for Gothic Romance.Still available to those who are interested.
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Fletcher-I-1-J-Wray/dp/1496198700/ref=pd_sim_sbs_14_1?ie=UTF8&dpID=51JZp6GVJSL&dpSrc=sims&p...
Hello how are you all doing?
Thought I should post a link on here to my first novel if anyone is interested - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Fletcher-Volume-I-1/dp/1496198700
Thanks guys,
Hope everyone is well.
There is only one thing worse than life, and that is death.
I can find truths but never rejoice.
In the meadows of despair I ran for too long. It's cold and disgraceful.
I hate the man I have become and yet admire his will.
Existence is the greatest injustice.