Artist of mixed mediums, write lyrics and poetry. Paint, draw, demonic dolls, and read tarot.
I see the writing on the wall, It's a dirty fucking stall, Filled with sick and twisted things, Seen only in psychotic dreams.
By Christina Sample7 years ago in Poets
The moon covers her eyes with the clouds, as they draw lightly past. Playing hide and seek with the stars... The sky tells me to join her.
All I wanted was a taste of death. The brush of his lips, the cold caress. Just one dance, one song to see... If my feet could move to the rhythm of his beat.