shadowneedles

I feel so cold... It started with a whisper of you with the breeze, So many memories danced I couldn't see. It was you alone that came to my sights... But only a ghost, an untouchable figure Of beauty. I feel my heart sink... You were always the one that I couldn't touch, The one that I missed, like a child without winter snow, ...I miss you so much... Even now. It's you that makes me feel warm inside... Why does it have to hurt so much? The cold drops of rain refuse to wash this pain away, Someone stab me in the heart, I can't take this feeling away... Why do you have to be so far away? My heart aches... The breeze is st

My heart stops. The air is silent all around me As life, an orchestra falls quiet, And as I stand here, trying to breathe I suddenly feel empty. I'm standing by the resting sea, Could you tell me, what's it like to be In heaven? I whisper a prayer to you, Only to you, I hope you can hear it As on the shore, I sit Staring at the sky, Tears forming around my eyes- I could easily cry forever for you. I grasp the sand within my hands Every grain, the seconds we shared, Each moment, each memory, every time you cared But now you're not here... But up there. I wish you would reply when I pray Just to hear your voice once more,

His eyes widened with a skip of a heartbeat that suffocated him momentarily, and he pulled himself up enough, just enough to bear witness to the sight inside the coffin. It was empty. "What??? How, can this be?!" He wheezed in a state of shock, his task seemingly pointless. But this also made no sense, for if his master were not in the coffin, then where could he be? Surely, he had not fallen victim to an act of eradication, slain by a mortal of holy upbringing, murdered by someone not even worthy of a single breath when compared to himself? Edgar fell to the ground, a tear forming in his wrinkled expression – the only time he ever reveal

His yellow eyes firmly stuck on the sky above him, Edgar hoped the sun would hold its burning glare until his final task had been completed, until the coffin had been sealed in the decrepit place in which he dwelled during sunlight hours, a basement hidden under a popular nightclub on the outskirts of the city. He withdrew a sigh of relief as he felt the familiar rough surface of the rope, and pulled it out with no time to waste. Limping over the mounds of damp earth - messily dumped around the ditch by himself, he quickly tied the rope to either end of the base of the coffin, getting his fingers caught in the process. As though with no se

It was late, the cold air whispering death through the long grass as the minutes slowly passed, the moon offering its secondary light to the crumbling, aging graves. Edgar often took his evening strolls to the abandoned graveyard of Hollyhill Crescent, his hunched back leaning closely to the names inscribed on each chipped stone, curiosity in his dark, yellow eyes. Each night he would delve deeper, deeper into the abyss of mist in search of something, a name, a grave perhaps different to the others he had come across. Maybe tonight, he hoped with his dying heart, for he too was about to join them; the rotting corpses that lay rest under the m

The trees, they shudder, The sun, it hides As from the darkest pit arrives The silent lord of death's disguise. He sat upon a throne of thorns And to her soul he bloody scorned From every kiss that led him pain From her lips of lust contain. Now he roams within the land, A sharpened weapon in his hand Made from bones, he walks the night With tasks to take souls to the light. But he smiles, an evil grin, To his lair he takes them in, The only life that he can share After kissing her, he fatally dared. He was thrown out of sight No more to witness such delights. Satan took his life away For touching Sin he led astray. But