Camron.

I remember those passionate nights between you and I.

[camronhamblin]

Lately I’m declining,

They say I’ll be okay,

But I’m spiraling,

Found out life is cruel game,

And I don’t wanna play,

Wanna be 6 feet under,

The words in my head sound like thunder,

One more sip,

One more puff,

“You’re a man,

You have to be tough”

When does that stop?

When can the weight on my shoulders,

Stop feeling like a lot,

Too much to carry,

But I still give it all I’ve got,

Where’s the finish line?

When can I take what’s mine? -Camron Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

The Devils Lullaby

Come,

Take my hand,

I will not speak my name,

I have nothing to gain,

From boasting such a thing,

I’m not inherently evil,

You see,

Not as you have been lead to perceive,

I am as old as time,

I am the Warden,

Living deep in the bowels of Sin,

I am he,

That which punishes iniquity,

The proverbial Beast,

Though I hunt only those that breed violence,

I am the fire that burns the dark,

I am that which strikes terror in the heart,

Of evil,

I have become the ultimate Monster,

To rid the world of others,

You should have a solid idea of who I am,

You have suffered long enough,

My dear,

I am not to fear,

Now please,

Take my hand,

Listen now,

Close your eyes,

Fall safely asleep,

To the sound of,

The Devils Lullaby. -Camron Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

I dream of the peaceful nights filled with good music,

However people blame me for the chaos I seem to be drenched in,

As if I would choose it,

I yearn for better nights,

With friends and laughter,

Good drinks,

Great food,

And good music.

-Camron L Hamblin

[slobbering]

Angel of Grief or the Weeping Angel is an 1894 sculpture by William Wetmore Story for the grave of his wife Emelyn Story at the Protestant Cemetery in Rome. Its full title bestowed by the creator was The Angel of Grief Weeping Over the Dismantled Altar of Life.

[camronhamblin]

Your soul is a survivor of countless bloody wars. You can be a survivor of whatever your situation is now.

[camronhamblin]

If I sit down,

And listen close,

Will you tell me why,

My golden goddess,

That it’s you I desire every night?

-Camron L Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

I miss how they feel,

Your plump lips against mine,

Skin underneath my fingertips,

We’d synchronize our cores,

And intertwine,

Passion burning,

Hearts beating,

Hips crashing together,

My control yet fleeting.

-Camron L Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

Power within,

Primal,

I cannot contain it,

Let it go,

Embrace it,

Feed and hunt,

Become the animal.

[camronhamblin]

Power surge,

Rising,

Burning rage,

Use it to kill,

And eradicate the scourge,

That poison this world,

With their foul existence,

I'll break their soul,

I'll break their will.

[fantasyartwatch]

Fall by Vyacheslav Safronov

[fantasyartwatch]

Abandoned Hut by Yuri Hill

[fantasyartwatch]

Dragon Lord by Greg Danton

[fantasyartwatch]

Nest by Rytis Sabaliauskas

[camronhamblin]

Hey, how are you today?

My name is Lawless, but my real name is Camron.

I write poetry sometimes, and I don't always post good content.

I notice I have a few followers, though. I'm really happy that some people enjoy my writing. I personally don't like it.

Anyways, I want you few people following me to know that if you need someone to talk to, I am here. I'm awake a lot of the time, so my inbox is open to you. That's about it. So yeah, have a good day, people.

[camronhamblin]

I am no angel,

I exist to correct the wicked,

I am here to bring pain and suffering,

Down upon all that is evil,

You should have been listening,

You should have been praying,

You spent your life,

Taking,

Lying,

Cheating,

Killing,

Now comes the day of your reckoning,

And here I have come,

To serve as your warden. -Camron Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

I want to see you in pain,

Stabbed with a knife,

Hit by a train,

I want to see you in agony,

Screaming,

Staring up into the sky,

Staring,

Right at me. -Camron Hamblin

[camronhamblin]

Winter.

And so here we are,

Winter is upon us,

The cold air stinging our cheeks,

Our tears from summer becoming solid flakes,

They fall to the ground as do all our worries,

Our inner children come to life,

The cold air brings bright fires,

Friends gathered around,

Family coming closer,

Warm houses and cozy blankets,

We let go of the heat of anger that brewed through summer,

We become a cold and happy mess,

Winter is upon us,

And with it comes the most joyous feeling one can fathom,

Content,

Happy,

Completely back in tune with oneself,

Truly,

Winter is surely the best season,

As we cuddle with our significant other,

Or spend time with our children,

Secretly buying presents,

Or dressing up and walking for candy,

Winter is here to freeze our tears,

And wake up our inner children,

Winter is surely the best season.