I also managed to inspire myself during a Sociology lesson just now, so I may write a poem...I'll post it when, if it's ever finished.


The Shackle of TimeThe Shackle of Time.The Shackle of Time
A shining trinket A clinging slaver A tiny clock Tick tock; Tick tock.
When we are Where we are Who we are Tick tock; Tick tock.
Measuring in sixties Measuring in life Measuring in nothing Tick tock; Tick tock.


Gilles de Rais Chapter 1Warning. The following work contains elements that some may find offensive and, or disturbing including graphic depictions of death, suggestions of necrophilia, anti-Christian themes. If you are easily disturbed or squeamish you are advised to read with caution.Gilles de Rais Chapter 1
"Her penultimate sighs Called softly on the kindling winds Her saintly eyes, filling with tears, lifting with truth And then a golden flash like the onset of Heaven Leaving her screams, Breaking my heart And in the grip of fire I knew the death of love." Cradle of Filth, The Death of Love.
A gentle breeze blew
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I liked having hurt. So send the pain below where I need it.
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I liked having hurt. So send the pain below where I need it.
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