HIS DARK FLAME

Longing
(Source: postblackmetalsatan)

He fills​ me with longings.

Cold as the night air.

He flies free in the dark.

But yet he returns for me.

I dare not go to meet him.

In the dark forest at midnight.

I must hold strong and steady.

I must remain with my own kind.

With whom I feel safe and secure.

And never venture into the woods.

To rekindle his dark flame.

I must hold firm​ and steady.

Or my light will turn to dark.

THE DEAD GAME

ONE WITH HUMANITY

 
Compassion can be felt.
Nature responds to it.
Animals sense it.
It draws people to you,
like a moth to a flame.
It’s responsible for miracles.
It shows mercy without bias.
It should be shared with all.
No matter the color, species,
or race.
For we are one.
One with nature.
One with the universe.
One with humanity.

LIKE A MOTH TO THE LIGHT

Skull – Moth – Flower – by Liu Ling©

 

I used to love the day.

But now I have to pay.

Like a moth to the light.

A flower for delight.

Life is over for me.

I’m dead you can now see.

No more parties for me.

Hell is now left for me.

THE DEAD GAME

ONE WITH HUMANITY

Compassion can be felt.

Nature responds to it.

Animals can sense it.

It can draw people to you like

a moth to a flame.

It is responsible for miracles.

It shows mercy without bias.

It should be freely given

to all of humanity.

No matter the color, species,

or race.

For we are one.

One with nature.

One with the universe.

One with humanity.