shadowsgrowwings

The suffocating heat, is dwindling away Diminished to three wicks, growing dimmer by the day We sit here, you and I, around these candles three With vital breathes drawn back, avoiding destiny These lungs they plead for air Convulsions shake this frame Distorted sight cascading, to smite a dying flame Your broken heart grows muffled A beat devoid of sound Constricted veins grow weary, for the blood that can't be found Your final breathe exhaled It lingers in the air It sweeps away the fire and leaves a candle cold and bare And for the light still burning, these fingers are to blame I'll lick them with tear blistered lips

Emo kid with a bondage crown, Slit my throat and drink me down, Handcuffed, Screaming. Who's your master? Singin' slow, … but the lovin's faster.

She sees the world through angel eyes Drenched in blood Their crimson lies Streaked with shame Their conscience cries Read the scarlet in the lines A ruby tear strikes open flesh Their blistered cheeks The living dead He's put to rest In buried truth A eulogy to murdered youth

You stalk the halls, you dominate Hand in hand, a faulty friend Drink the tears to a stricken face Shine the darkness in the end Angels cry to a devil's kiss Graze the lips that speak of bliss Friend of fiends and loving hate Drink the tears that bleed your fate

The hallways scream They shriek, they cry These whitewashed walls conceal lost lives The lies are spun They turn on end These marble floors lie on slain friends The story hides In shadowed past Their vacant stares revealed at last The truth, it runs In crimson streams Red thread to bind unraveled seams The walls, they bleed The halls, they flood A river runs of murdered blood The red, it soaks The marble floor Their whitewashed lies hold truth no more

The tragedy of Romeo and Juliet, his wife, Can penetrate and melt your heart like butter to a knife, But all great writing's not complete without a little twist, The irony is obvious but still is often missed. Romeo and Juliet was biased and misleading, It seems that Cupids arrow had been aimed at the wrong thing. For Juliet was hit not in the heart but in the head, She was a fool and should have chosen Count Paris instead. Her love was nothing more than a physical attraction, A hormonal imbalance, or chemical reaction. Their glances met and they both knew it was love at first sight, But love that's based on bone structure just doe