#midnightxmasquerade

[lets-dance-to-joy-division]

I see her swaying in the meadow

to the rhythm of a breeze

clad in white, softly silvered

eyes reflecting grasses green.

I find myself entranced.

I am drawn in close and deep

by her scent along zephyrs,

jasmine and salacity.

sweet, gentle, tuberose

that begs me to my knees;

I am blinded by my passion

to the black you wear beneath.

-Obsession-

BL 2022

[ahalal-uralma]

@midnightxmasquerade

I will be reading your response and blushing and smiling all day. I am beyond flattered. You are very talented and a true beauty inside and out. Any person who wants a recommendation should know of your writing, because I can not recommend it enough. Your poetry is inspiring. You are a master at your craft and have been doing it for years. It’s an honor to read your words. You’re amazing and have the biggest heart. I admire your soul immensely. 🥰

[mystic-evangeline]

under the gaze of crystal roses, I held her bruised wrists in my hands, weeping like a fairy tale meant for another darkened day "I'm still waiting for you" - she litters her words against yet another withering tree, as lovers left to die, and, before we departed, her lamenting anguish crushed the very ribcage of my soul carefully wrapped in cypress and roseate wounds that never seem to die, nor fade - "I'm still waiting for you" these words, dreamlike and distant, still capture the very essence of my entire life this chest, these bloodied wings, as I find myself surrounded by tales of wretched weeping, but never the tale of joyous eternal love, as we had always dreamed of, spoken of, you and I we whispered them in the night like elegies that somehow contained melodies that we stifled in our sorrow, that one wretched day the day of our cold departure, as I still wait for you by my bedside, crying here, for seemingly, an eternity and still you never return - pure taste of poison on my lips as I remind myself of how I fell for loneliness rather than cradling your wrist in the graveyard that one divine day - a fairy tale we crafted with our minds a bruised outpouring of what we had hoped for as I weep with you, in gloom, still waiting for you here- as lovers do @midnightxmasquerade This one is for you... The words spilled from me as easily as breathing, and that never happens I channeled it and thought of you xx God bless..

[rotting-sword-maiden]

❤️

I'm literally blushing <3

[tastefulcrucifixparty]

midnightxmasquerade replied to your post: ian brady’s such a fucking tool. myra too, tbh....

It’s such a vast space, maybe they honestly didn’t know where he was buried.

@midnightxmasquerade i thought of this like an hour after i wrote the post, whoops

brady and hindley actually went back to saddleworth moor with police in 1987 and appeared to make an honest effort at remembering nearby landmarks and what-have-you. there was another body that hadn’t been found yet at that point (pauline reade?? don’t quote me on it) that was eventually found, possibly due to the murderers’ help in searching

i watched a doc i found on netflix that went into some of this stuff, brady seemed to name a couple of specific landmarks that he associated with keith’s body but nothing ever came of it. three main options there, i guess: something happened to the body in the interim (decomp/tampering?), brady got mixed up and genuinely forgot, or he was just yanking the cops’ chain and getting them to waste time and money so he could get a little vacation

and now i guess we’ll never know

[shywritter]

This is for you

There’s a philosopher slumbering in her throat, Only to wake when the moon casts its shadows across her bedroom window, That’s when she’s truly free to speak world’s of his love for her and the stars, That’s when it’s written in a serenade across parcels, hidden behind her bedside table, It is these hours of night that she can remove her facade and diminish this masquerade of her day to day And release her true beauty, Athena herself is envious of her magnitude

[randomlyjay]

midnightxmasquerade started following you

AND I got an even bigger hugging, because of being all jaysomeacesomeawesomesauce!! 

[mikefrawley]

A body grows old  and we all know what happens yet it's no great crime or tragedy still I wonder should a heart  ever do the same would not even then the angels weep

Even Then The Angels Weep