🥀FearNoOne🥀 @runereaper666 - Tumblr Blog

Welcome to the darker side of my mind.

This blog is a collection of shadows — poetry, thoughts that surface at 3am, fragments of desire, loneliness, rage, and the strange beauty that lives inside broken things.

I’m Korie - Australian - TAKEN 🤍

Level 28

A father 🖤

A survivor of my own chaos.

I write about the things people usually keep buried — obsession, lust, heartbreak, the ghosts of love that never fully leave us. The kind of emotions that burn slow in the chest and whisper louder when the world goes quiet.

This space is for the night thinkers.

The ones who feel too deeply.

The ones who crave more than surface-level connections.

I’m not here for empty attention.

I’m here for the rare kind of connection — the dangerous one.

The kind where two strangers recognize something dark and familiar in each other.

Where conversation turns into tension, tension into chemistry, and chemistry into something real.

If you’re drawn to poetry, shadows, honesty, and a little bit of beautiful chaos… i call ART

You’re probably in the right place.

Stay awhile.

Tell me what keeps you awake at night.

#me #welcome to my nightmare #beautiful nightmare #666

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Curiosity killed the cat

runereaper666

Welcome to the darker side of my mind.

This blog is a collection of shadows — poetry, thoughts that surface at 3am, fragments of desire, loneliness, rage, and the strange beauty that lives inside broken things.

I’m Korie - Australian - TAKEN 🤍

Level 28

A father 🖤

A survivor of my own chaos.

I write about the things people usually keep buried — obsession, lust, heartbreak, the ghosts of love that never fully leave us. The kind of emotions that burn slow in the chest and whisper louder when the world goes quiet.

This space is for the night thinkers.

The ones who feel too deeply.

The ones who crave more than surface-level connections.

I’m not here for empty attention.

I’m here for the rare kind of connection — the dangerous one.

The kind where two strangers recognize something dark and familiar in each other.

Where conversation turns into tension, tension into chemistry, and chemistry into something real.

If you’re drawn to poetry, shadows, honesty, and a little bit of beautiful chaos… i call ART

You’re probably in the right place.

Stay awhile.

Tell me what keeps you awake at night.

runereaper666

They called me Devil, as if I wasn't an angel before their fear gave me a name.

Then she arrived —

Lilith.

Not as a savior, not as a saint, but as a riot wrapped in velvet with stars dying inside her eyes.

She didn't kneel. She didn't pray. She smiled at the monster they created and said,

"Burn with me."

And I did.

Together we became blasphemy, laughing while Heaven covered its ears, kissing beneath blood moons while saints cursed our names.

She tastes like rebellion, like broken promises, like cigarettes after midnight and love that leaves scars worth keeping.

The world calls her wicked.

I call her home.

For if God himself stood before me and offered back my wings —

I'd tear them off again.

Because I'd rather reign beside Lilith with blood on my hands and madness in my veins,

Than spend another eternity among angels who never understood what it meant to truly feel.

So let Heaven hate us.

Let Hell worship us.

And let the stars bear witness —

The Devil was never destroyed.

He simply fell in love with the only woman wild enough to fall with him.

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He loved until his hands forgot what it felt like to be held.

He waited until the stars above began to look like graves of old promises, burning quietly in a sky that no longer knew his name.

And somewhere between "I'll stay" and "goodbye," his soul grew tired.

Not broken. Not angry. Just tired.

So he buried his heart beside the memory of her, and learned that sometimes the saddest kind of love is the kind that survives long after the man who carried it has already faded away.

#me #broken #666 #heavy heart

If I Must Become the Storm.

The day my son wrapped his tiny hand around my finger, and the day my daughter opened her eyes to this broken world, I buried the man I used to be.

Because fathers like me do not have the luxury of innocence.

I have seen what lives behind smiles. I have watched good people bleed, watched trust become a weapon, watched darkness dress itself as love and call itself human.

So hear me now.

I am not afraid of monsters.

I have survived them.

I have carried their scars like medals beneath my skin, and every wound they gave me became another reason to stand taller.

My children are not walking through this world alone.

Not while there is breath in my lungs. Not while there is rage in my heart. Not while these hands can still build, still hold, still shield.

If evil wishes to know my name, it will learn it the hard way.

Because I am not merely a father.

I am the sleepless shadow that stands between innocence and cruelty.

I am every nightmare that ever failed to destroy me.

I am every broken promise, every betrayal, every grief, every tear forged into something that no darkness can bargain with.

Let the wicked laugh.

Let them mistake kindness and my silence for weakness.

Let them believe that fathers break.

Because they have never witnessed what happens when a man decides that his children's safety is worth more than his own soul.

If I must become the storm so that my son may sleep peacefully, then let the thunder carry my name.

If I must walk through fire in bare feet so that my daughter never feels its burn, then let the flames remember me.

I did not choose to become this.

The world chose it for me.

And now, to every shadow, every predator, every cruel heart that believes innocence is easy prey—

Understand this:

You will find no fear here.

You will find a father.

And there is nothing in heaven, nothing in hell, and nothing in the darkness of this world more relentless than a father who has sworn that his children will survive it.

#my poetry #me #dadlife #666 #protect the innocent #destory the evil