Smoke by...20 candles alit. A wisp of air and all that is left is smoke. It drifts aimlessly around the room, the sound of clapping echoes silently through the fog. A soft smile does not betray the deep sadness within.Smoke by... by Dark-poetryclub
Hot water pours out; steam instantly sets in; a clutched razor blade. The trembling blade gently caresses the wet skin, leaving nothing more than settle indentations. The blade firms and draws closer to the blue pulsing line, the only line to represent the pathetic nature of life. In an instant of conviction, redness pierces the water all around. Splattered against the tiled walls, it is instantly cleansed by the still spewing water. The bright red scent becomes diluted by the pure water, turning into a wondrous new mix, only to disappear quickly down the shower drain.
A shattered body sits awkwardly in the narrow container, her arms falling weakly to her sides, the red life slowly seeping away. Water pours continuously from above as hot steam covers the violence within. All that i
Innocence by...Just two hours before her 20th birthday, sprawled in the snow - the sharp contrast of the crystalline softness and the red liquid that had seeped into the whiteness around her was clearer than anything that she had ever experienced before. Yet it was, tragically, something that she never will realize.Innocence by... by Dark-poetryclub
Soft patterns fell from the sky, one and another, onto her pale skin, freezing the bloody stream flowing through her ebony tresses.
It was such a beautiful day. The whiteness blanketed everything: the gentle smile of a young boy hugging the sidewalk ledge, the dark sewage water that had stained the gray and yellow streets, the bright red shine of a new convertible bought by an eager teenager who had toiled endlessly to save up money, the tears of a father kneeling for the first time at his daughter's grave.
Such pure snow, such deceiving snow. Beautiful as it was, it could only hide the darkness beneath, all the hatred and pollution and anger. Hard as it tried, it could not heal what the
Untitled 1 by...Cold and unfeelingUntitled 1 by... by Dark-poetryclub
The afterglow of a blade against soft skin
Emotional outbursts and angry tirades
Calmed after sharp stings
Without thoughts, left with only apathy
New scars upon the old
Cold and unfeeling
Untitled 4 by...Deep red valleys, perfectly parallelUntitled 4 by... by Dark-poetryclub
Smells as sweet as candy caramel
Ridged and thin, blotches here and there
Never thought Id create something so fair
Sheer and cold, it burns with intensity
Questing hopelessly for lost sympathy
Left with only a slow, pulsing throb
My soul, it has chosen to rob