Poems from Th3Icarus
I am the spawn of darkness and love, everything I have hope in turns to ash on my skin.
Tiny kisses of pain that remind me I am damned.
...
when the demons come calling
the pain will ensue
the fighting, the breaking
the pulling in two
the echoing reverbs
the sounds of the lost...
I dreamt of my fears
Stinging thoughts like cold acid
Where are you? Please come
You were drawn to the painting;
her exaggerations of blacks.
You took her home and called her yours,
but she tainted you.
The darkness...
Delicate words etch themselves into me
The letters, they split,
Creating a mold we call skin
The runes, they dissolve,
Creating a sound we...