SacredFallen

Some people are "sun-kissed" Me? I want to be moon kissed. I want to glow with the pale, ever-knowing wisdom of the night. Soft and Mysterious

The only word that came to mind was... Beautiful. No words can describe a moment in which time stood still but one can try. Beautiful... not like a picture or a song or a sonnet. More like a feeling. The way a Summer day would feel if a ray of light could speak or the first drop of rain in Spring. Like a perfect silence or the ocean's rhythmic brush against the shore. Like a first kiss Like a final embrace That moment, frozen in time, was beautiful.  

The wind blew steadily outside the window. Fallen leaves rustled in the restless air and thick drops of rain brushed up against the cool, glass panes separating this room from its rowdy exterior. Flashes of lightning illuminated my surroundings like a still frame picture and despite the roaring thunder that continuously followed, my Annabelle remained asleep. Her lengthy body lay loosely concealed by the red silk sheets wrapped around her. The flowing fabric fell on the curves of her body making them more defined, more exquisite, and as I stared sweet dreams swam through her mind bringing a smile to her lips. Her raven hair cascaded across t

When I feel like dancing, I think of you. I move for you. Do I sparkle for you? Am I the apple of your eye? I move for you like a breeze moves leaves in the spring time blossom I sparkle like a sunset ocean I paint a picture of peace, of solace, of absolute truth On the blank canvas of the night air. I have become da Vinci My body is my tool, my song, My voice among the silence Will you sing with me? Together we will fill the sky so full of music That even the heavens will envy us. The trees will sway to the music With the hope of looking as lovely as we. And even though all the world is watching We will be free to move with

My soul, she weaps in color. And the color of her falling tears are red. Like drops of rain they cascade to the floor, thick and frequent, painting pictures with their crimson hue. Pictures of memories long since lost to the fire of my sorrows. Sweet pictures of you and I. These visions of grandeur torment my soul to the point of insanity. Can you not see it my love? Here let me paint you a picture as my life spills onto the greying floor. Let me paint you a picture of my affliction. And just for you my love, I'll sign my name in Blood.

I turned off my lights as I approached the building. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me. A car as cherry as mine is bound to be noticed no matter where you go so I had to take proper precautions to not draw attention to myself. Like I said before, I turned off my lights. As I drew closer to the building, the hot pink neon sign shone through my windshield and illuminated my face. I looked in the rearview mirror but there was an odd man staring back at me. The face was my own but the man in the mirror was not me. Not really. Why was I here? Flashbacks of a terrible fight with my wife earlier that evening played through my mind, and that

A calm lake rests its gentle head In an autumn field, she sleeps The heavens above reflected In the peace of her still eyes Speak of serenity Silver clouds roll in from the north Bringing with them hope Beads of life fall from the graying sky Showering life on the earth below Creating Breeding movement from This moistened pot of soil The earthworm pokes his head out For the chance to take in this life The water soothes him Trees open up their green arms Open their green mouths Open their green hearts And swallow the heavenly Gift of life The tides push and pull Ying and yang involved In the balance of the world The rip

The pain inside begins to rise A feeling that I can't confine Growing with no cease in size The Beast begins to stir It started with your lusting eyes Her body is your tainted prize Dwelling on your constant lies Hunger becomes the Beast Deception takes you to new heights You hold her close, turn out the lights But you should know you're in my sights Stalking is the Beast So now you squirm within my grasp This kind of love just couldn't last Your life it now becomes the past My Beast it finally feeds