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Book of Confessions

This is the Book of Confessions. Here you may look upon Confessions, and tell others your own. As you will see, emotions are spilled on this page like blood on water.


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~Midnight Confessions~

By: Raven

The glass coffin creaks as I open it in the dark silent night,
Walking through the cold dark halls with a single white candle for light. Destined to kill, Destined to be feared, Looking at my reflection in the cracked and broken mirror.
Centuries have come and centuries will be, taste my blood so sweet, come and taste and you shall see.
What has been and what has yet to be sadly mourned, Let me hold you my child your body's so soft and warm. Budding in a black flowerless thorned bouquet, beside the crumbled head stones I take you to where I lay.
I lick at your mortal and innocent tears, I Orgasm from your darkest and beautiful fears.
Feel my cold body and close your pretty eyes, Feel my lips on your neck how I worship your shrilling cry's. My chest rising and falling with each drink in an emotionless expression, Your now wordless pleas I shall tell my Demons of at my midnight confession.
Pale dawn beings to break as the sun sets in the East, And all this has come to you for bedding
with this seductive immortal beast. And now on my floor in your silent moment of Death, Your Life swells in my lips beneath your still and forever last breath

Longing

By: Raven

All I wanted was to hear you say
that you loved me and wouldn't sway but your words came from far away to remind me I'll be alone today
All I wanted was to see you
All I wanted was to be with you All I needed was to reach you I had all I needed to complete you
But holding your heart I'll be strong
humming the bars of the same old song it feels so good it can't be wrong But every day now seems so long
I want to hold you so I can say
I can feel your touch every day It's a strange caress from ghostly hands scratching my skin like grains of sand
I don't know what I would do if you were here
except whisper to you my dear that for you I would gladly die and carry your words to where I lie
But I'm left longing for the kiss
from the girl who's touch I miss If I could I'd take your hand and walk you through the shadow land
and when we came through the other side
I'd make a spot for you to hide and there on the edge of darkness we'd complete the circle that was meant to be

Porcelain Angels

By: Raven

trembling,
absense absorbed in tender seduction,
severed abstraction,
careless reserection,
breathes a random gesture,
a casual echo,
a dusty yawn embrassing devotion.

prophets feed empty stomachs with fragmented hope,
vacant eyes with an uncertain passage of gathering time,
intoxicated minds with the elixir of eternal life.

leaving no elements to drown in a brittle lagoon of porcelain angels bleeding sacrifice to a broken god.

sacred voices linger like blind perfumed child wearing glassy,
haunted trust in a cold fever dark cloud fever of steel belly desire.

and the prophets breathe a tender seduction to a newborn,
empty stomach alchemist intent on sustaining the motion of Truth's brittle reserection

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By: M'lady Christina

I want to stop it.
Inside of you, her, and him.
I want all of it to be gone.
All of the pain.
I want to take it for you.
I'm strong enough to make it
. I sit and wonder why.
Why does anyone have to go through this?
God doesn't answer.
I wish I could take it all away.
I would die a thousand deaths.
If only it would be okay.
I see you're screaming inside.
I sit and wonder why.
Why anyone has to go through this.
These ground dwelling angels.
Someone needs to help.
Sometimes God answers.
Sometimes He doesn't.
Those who aren't strong break.
Snap so easily.
Go tumbling off buildings.
Or at the end of a rope.
At the recieving end of a knife.
To take away the pain.
To stop it.
I would die a thousand deaths.
If only it would be okay.