

Diabolic Dream Drawing smudged up fiction, where breathless arts derive...Diabolic Dream by *gndesigns
Where silhouettes are praying, for ancient ones to rise...
Where no fairies lurk, where no angels fly...
Where the land is silent, waiting for demise...
The lonely trees cackling, entwine the winds murmur...
No matter the terror, soul choirs still gather...
Eternal requiem, thrust into that terror
Makes the scene sad, but the sadness goes further...
Trembling, grasping leaves, unveil the velvet curtains...
As The Knight from Darkness approaches with his burdens;
His bleeding feelings cries... Linger ruins of menace...
Atrocity dragged from nightmares, poi


Hands, Eyes, Lips and Words Hands, Eyes, Lips and Words...Hands, Eyes, Lips and Words by *gndesigns
A cold blooded drone of warm breeze that drifts through the half open window... Curving the soft curtains softly... The room... Its dark and wide with no lights except the moonlight that reflects the shadows of trembling trees and leaves from outside... Gently lays their shadows on the bed, behind me... I can hardly notice their movement right through my shoulder... Im sitting on the bed... Its not just a feminine flesh that lies on my knees... Its the beauty... The goddess... Phenomena... Because of the colourless scene that is laid in front of my eyes, I cannot describe t