Bloodthirsty

Your existence... was it so starved of love you now need to feed on the souls of others to stay afloat are you blind, ignorant or just cruel? Does that doctors mask you wear guard you from the fumes of the poison your words let out? Do you see the pain you are causing? Do... Continue Reading →

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qui es-tu

She wanders the Paris streets late at night, so innocent and new Such flesh such flesh Our Paris musician sings late into the night talking about how her fresh flesh may fit just right "la demoiselle fragile avec la peau si belle, voyons votre bustier" he sings again "la demoiselle fragile avec la peau si... Continue Reading →

Craving

She lays there completely unmoved by the earthquake around her Her body still in despair though her soul leaks onto the floor through the warm, cold empty tears escaping from her soulless eyes She had waited for that something, that somebody for so long A story with absolutely no ending Her heart had allowed her... Continue Reading →

18/08/2017

Dear Diary, I walked in, this time things were a little different. Being taken straight to our table allowed the importance I felt feel validated. They needn't even have asked my name, they knew who I was. Who we were. The night started and already I could feel the fever in my veins growing. I... Continue Reading →

Fifty Shades of Black – A Character Study and Love Affair. Part One: Genesis

Though I do not have a strong following I believe this need’s to be read by who do follow me. If you follow me for my words, you should definitely follow this blog. XoXo

BLACK LIGHT

The elusive, unattainable yet wholly embraceable for the briefest of moments Jasper Baelian Black. I’m going to throw modesty out the window for a moment and say that he is my greatest creation and achievement to date. Yes, I know, I have a venue, yes, Mama…blah blah blah I get it. No. Jasper is where it’s at baby…and I’ll tell you why.

Because he’s me. Wholly and utterly in the darkest recesses of my mind…he is everything I could have been , would have been, wanted to be, hated, loved, was terrified of, lusted after and dreamed of. When I was scared of the bogeyman under the bed, Jasper was it. When I grew into puberty and fantasised about the tall, dark and handsome blue-eyed stranger spiriting me away, locking me up and doing nasty things to me…it was Jasper I saw. If I had been born a boy –…

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Ships

What are ships but a dream of the sea's Floating, nay gliding over the watery tears Take the control and guide her safely home Only when the sea has its way are ye allowed to roam What are ships but a one-sided treat take everything you can and spit it back in their face What... Continue Reading →

The Underground

  I entered the dimly lit bar as I have so often done before however, this time it was different. For me, the venue had changed. The memories I had of when I first made the discovery of The Underground seemed so long ago, and things had most definitely changed. It had been too long... Continue Reading →

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