#darkquotes

[denizdekibirinci]

“Kafesten çıktığını sanırsın, ama anahtar sadece el değiştirmiştir.”

[darkashes]

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.” — H.P. Lovecraft

[axlphotographer]

[monsteryoucreated]

No one loved me, not even enough to fake it.

[noorehloubi]

[yail13]

Black Heart a single strand of red

Pulsing at the beat of your heart

Desire in your eyes, Green and Brown spiraling down a black hole

The hope, The despair, The Black and the White

A hurricane of opposites

The abyss stretched onwards the meadows at back

We stand on a thin line

One step away from devastation or salvation

Swaying in the wind you standing tall, rooted firmly on the edge.

Steading against the barrage of voices demanding Vengeance. Justice. Blood.

The voices quieten when you are near the darkness receding the red pulsing.

Insanity to sanity

But for how long?

Its a tale as old as time the light always wins.

And I am the darkest of the dark, you lightest of light.

Never meant to stand together

Fated enemies

Defiance is never in ones favor

How long before the balance shatters?

Before oblivion greets us

Before the winds turn to Gail’s

A tornado uprooting the strongest of roots

The red snuffed out.

The path to redemption is a slippery slope, the enticing darkness against the judgment of the wronged.

Who prevails?

The white, The Dark the scales are tipped

No one wants a monster for a friend.

Never mind the single strand of red.

Pulsing. Beating. Feeling.

[deeviy]

You are your damnation

Where does all the love you keep giving others come from? Where the hell does it come from? Who ever loved you enough to pour that much love into you? Who ever cared for you enough to let you do that for others? Who, ever? Who, ever?

Doesn't it drain you to pour from an empty urn as if it's magical, like it doesn't need refilling? Aren't there times when you try to pour and find out there's no more love left to give?

What are you, my dear? Where do you bring all that love from? How do you give out so much? It leaves you empty and you still don't wanna stop.

A self saboteur or a lover? Aren't they both the same thing?

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[theamoristwriter]

There is something which has it's claws all over my skin and eating my flesh in the name of love. I should love it back. Shouldn't I ?

~ Swarnadyuti