DIE MOTHER****ER!!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Death.

Death

Darkness comes.

Ever so gently.

Angels lift me.

Taking me home at last.

Heaven's door opens.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Death Note Avatars » Avatarswizard - Best Choice Of Free, Animated and MySpace Avatars in the Net!

Death Note Avatars » Avatarswizard - Best Choice Of Free, Animated and MySpace Avatars in the Net!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry by Shenise Ashmeade

Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry by Shenise Ashmeade

Her Bliss by Mark Slaughter

Her Bliss by Mark Slaughter

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Flash of Death

You saw a bright light, one that you cannot fight. You try to cry out, only managed a short shout. A star fell apon you, you are no fool. Fate uses you as a tool. And his heart stays cool, treating you like a fool. You are in death's arms, and you must remain calm. He had stopped the time, It suited you fine. Rest now, poor soul, and prepare for the eternal cold.

The Tear

A tear slips down her cheek for the first time in 4 years. Under her dark, long hair, beneath her heavy park makeup, and behind her eyes lies a scared child that hasn't felt anything for 4 years. She would walk into school every morning with her earphones in, sweatshirt on, and her eyes locked on the floor. She never talked. Up until 4 years ago she was never caught without a smile and laughed until the last star appeared. But that was 4 years ago. Now she walks through the halls quietly, never speaking. If she must though, it's a soft whisper barely escaping her teeth. 4 years ago, you ruined her life. Both of you. You walked into her bedroom, sat on her bed, and completely destroyed her life. She was so innocent and small. She had no idea why daddy packed his things and left. She had no idea why mommy didn't come home the following nights until long after her bed time. A tear slipped down her cheek for the first time in 4 years.

Let Me Die - Death Poem

Drunk from the fire I hold in my hand, imprisoned in pitty, pothetic I am. Crying to god and satan at the same time, drowning in tears, and supressing my pain. Standing alone and facing the sky, why won't you listen? Why can't I die?