Helaena C Moon

::: Helaena C Moon :::  INTJ - Sagittarius/Pisces/Scorpio - I maintain the right to randomly ignore people.

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“No one comes here anymore. No warmth from another heart beating. No one to soften my weeping.”

— Helaena C Moon

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“Stay haunted. Stay hushed inside your mystic dream. I won’t tell your secret to a soul ~ Nor tear the lucent seam that keeps your heart pristine.”

— Helaena C Moon

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“I do a dance with death, daily. A fanciful flit. One foot in the pit. My shadow and me at my grave.”

—  Helaena C Moon

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“Tonight’s touch is a demon on my back - a monster leg I drag. Mockery and pain. Dark cold floors and black black stains.” 

Helaena C Moon

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“You see, I am on a mission to find that secret place. And tuck myself hard away within it.”

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“I must have come from the mud and earth, from soiled pebbles and trees. From the midnight sky - it must have been from a starless night. From the echo of an owl’s cry. I know I must have learned to fly.”

— Helaena C Moon 

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“My heart, it feels something much like departed breath - the last goodbye of my courage. A kiss to the wind of yesterday’s sadness.”

Helaena C Moon 

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“There are those who unfold in black chasms, whose souls breathe for the nighttide hue. Whose hearts croon for the moon. And whose love has been fixed with a woebegone blue.”

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“All that I do, is bleed and bleed and bleed - and yet, you keep talking to me like I am human.”

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Constantine Gedal

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“I am, against much coaxing, sorely slow to open the door. So please, come and lure me, if you’ve the heart - out the passageway to meet you. Otherwise, I’m afraid that I will curl, here in this dark corner. Clotting like curd. Inhaling the grave. Going mad behind these black curtains. Lonesome and loathsome, on this bent and tired floor. Counting shadows on the wall. And… twisting a hopeless and tortured flight into timeless sleep.”

Helaena C Moon

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“On still and hushed nights – when soft lint spins in murky light, that scarcely wins at its labor to keep its golden crook against the heavy and unruly black. I have felt the furry fingers of other worlds tap tap tap…”

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“I wonder who, indeed, will hear the romantic tristful language that my heart is speaking - More so, who will shovel the dirt from their throat to come and echo it back to me.”

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Maria Petrova - The Spirit of Remembrance of the Dead