(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
Pain.
Longing.
Hurt.
Never ending.
Happiness.
Fun.
Surprises.
Never ending.
Life has it all.
Source:lennonblack
Tears from heaven.
Drops of moisture.
Falling into my eyes.
A message.
Of sadness.
Of hope.
Of longing.
Tears to my eyes.
Come to me, my sweet love.
From the heavens above.
I want to spend life with you.
One heart that will beat like two.
Come with me to our secret place.
I cannot wait to see your face.
Our love is honest and true.
Come to me from the dark blue.
The path we must follow is our own.
Unique and specially
tailored for each one of us.
It is not to be shared or traded.
As we forge ahead through life with
our eyes facing forward to the future,
we should never look back or to either side
with longing or jealousy of others’ paths.
For we should be content with our
journey in life.
