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Homecoming Soldiers marching through the fieldsHomecoming by ~Black-Medicine
Coming home to their lost dreams
Windows clatter, in the wind
Sirens sing the songs of glory
Only crows don't make a sound
Feasting from the bloodied ground
They knew hardship
They knew hell
They knew friendship
They knew well
Long lost love now lies beneath them
Burning slowly in the hearts
Of all those who reached to heaven
Digging trenches into hell
Naught but wind and empty windows
Stare back into their eyes
Crushing sculls of their beloved
Slowly, gently underfoot
Its the dead that burn the candles
Guiding living to their doom
Off the cliff the soldiers follow
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The Syringe The Syringe sits in my veinThe Syringe by ~Black-Medicine
Nearly ready now... Not yet.
Almost full of blackened blood
Almost ready to accept.
Nightmares have built up in me
Theres no death awaiting here
Nearly ready...
No.
Numbness spreads throughout my body..
Through my arm and vein..
to heart..
To my brain, it fuels my visions
Visions true of horrors dear
Pain and love mixed with Blood splatter.
Ready Now. To make it worth it.
The black liquid spreads like cancer
Quickly growing inside me.
Twisted visions of my childhood
Living large inside my head..
Time to Rise and Glide upon them
Time for me to make it Last.
Hydra by ~Black-Medicine
| Self proclaimed surgeon, haematologist and a fetish visual artist. Born in the not so soviet Russia, Moscow. Someday hopes to achieve recognition in the Gothic and fetish flesh fields as a prop designer, poster illustrator, or an inspirational sadistic idol for the rest of the wonderful creative people out there.. that's later of course.. Please feel free to add me to a watch without a comment, i don't mind, some people just don't like to communicate. Current Residence: Perth Western Australia.. what a hole.. |
This is Rorie, by the way.
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Bob Carlos Clarke said of his wife Lindsey once "It takes a strong woman to be with a man that is obsessed with photographing the woman at the next table...."
Darklight Photography [link] Dance [link]
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at the begining was chaos, and i'm his daughter.
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Just give into the hate and the monsters go away..
Never mind all the screams, Soon they'll too, fade away..
mm needles hehe.
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Just give into the hate and the monsters go away..
Never mind all the screams, Soon they'll too, fade away..
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Bleeding wounds don't heal.
TADDAAH!
- Doc
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Just give into the hate and the monsters go away..
Never mind all the screams, Soon they'll too, fade away..
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Bleeding wounds don't heal.
And the blood! oh the blood..
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Just give into the hate and the monsters go away..
Never mind all the screams, Soon they'll too, fade away..