Stuck, trapped, and imprisoned he was in a rut of no inspiration, no muse to fuel his creativity, nor even a song to sing his way to the light. Nothing but the hapless woe of a lost shard in his heart, leaving his innards in shades of murky blue, black, and purple, as though his emotions were bruised and he could only express it that way.
He pressed himself to his window, which was cloudy from city smog and dust. His palms and fingers tingled at the stark coldness of the glass; though his chest was also pushed to it, he leaned his head back. He was close enough to breathe fog on the window, or to even kiss it and leave a conspicuously embarr
Angelic Beguiling Atrocity by GothicDreamers, literature
Literature
Angelic Beguiling Atrocity
Gargoyles
Leering in the place I must call home...
Shredded curtains
Draping the vast corridors of arcane darkness to be solved...
Ripping the painting
Fighting the wolves
Confronting the beast
Drift through the melancholy halls
Dimly lit by flickering torches
With one so awry silence
Ashamed of grotesque visage
As one red rose blooms
Shimmering with stars of malediction
Riverside at crimson October
Waving the clouds
Sink into the bed of welcoming spring grass
As I let the breeze, the wind
Take away my dreams as they dance and twirl along the soft, unseen path
My longings as petals
Cry at the moon as passion was stolen away
Stuck, trapped, and imprisoned he was in a rut of no inspiration, no muse to fuel his creativity, nor even a song to sing his way to the light. Nothing but the hapless woe of a lost shard in his heart, leaving his innards in shades of murky blue, black, and purple, as though his emotions were bruised and he could only express it that way.
He pressed himself to his window, which was cloudy from city smog and dust. His palms and fingers tingled at the stark coldness of the glass; though his chest was also pushed to it, he leaned his head back. He was close enough to breathe fog on the window, or to even kiss it and leave a conspicuously embarr
Angelic Beguiling Atrocity by GothicDreamers, literature
Literature
Angelic Beguiling Atrocity
Gargoyles
Leering in the place I must call home...
Shredded curtains
Draping the vast corridors of arcane darkness to be solved...
Ripping the painting
Fighting the wolves
Confronting the beast
Drift through the melancholy halls
Dimly lit by flickering torches
With one so awry silence
Ashamed of grotesque visage
As one red rose blooms
Shimmering with stars of malediction
Riverside at crimson October
Waving the clouds
Sink into the bed of welcoming spring grass
As I let the breeze, the wind
Take away my dreams as they dance and twirl along the soft, unseen path
My longings as petals
Cry at the moon as passion was stolen away
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