VelvetHell. Garden of Rotten Orchids

writer. book critic from the ninth circle. right hand of Daddy Lucifer. I read so you can rot in peace. эрик, 27lvl,пошлый. 🕯️🕯️🕯️ eric kaiser cheevos: 1) edge lord.

[velvethell666]

God drafted me drunk—

then lost the ink.

Demons gnawed my pillow thin,

One-eyed giants chewed their sins.

Not born in rooms—born in howls,

Where prayers crack like cheap tile.

Bullets trade for gas and bread,

Fate’s a junkie’s hollow smile.

I stalk streets with no names,

Veins full of TV snow.

Dreamt I’d be a hero… but

Time stamped: ‘Best before: Nope.’

Now: wind, soot, silent alarms,

Cigarettes burning slow.

My brush? A shotgun. Paint? The dark—

I load it with ghosts I know.

Scratched in margins, spilled like gin,

Some clumsy god’s rough draft.

A page torn from obit columns,

Read once—then used for ash.

Names wear out like discount shoes,

Throat stuffed with frozen light.

Park rangers mute in ledger lines,

No dreams—just classified nights.

Neon signs vomit glow,

Judas works the liquor store.

Christ? He quit—just static now,

No hymns—just a bassline’s roar.

No nightingale—just a crow’s

Gutter gospel through the wire.

My wound? Stapled shut with ads

For jobs no one will hire.

Subway screams in every verse,

My dreams smell like burnt tires.

The afterthought of lazy saints,

Some sinner’s ‘Whoops—retire.’

Don’t chant for me—I’m tax-bracket: broke,

Heart like black mold, tongue like smoke.

If I face myself? I’d laugh—

‘Who’s this freezer-burnt half?’

[velvethell666]

good afternoon, sweetheart 🖤

and remember even the moon goes through phases. you're allowed to be messy, mysterious and still beautiful.

[velvethell666]

first two pics are ready. i'll go through the rest and edit them later.

[velvethell666]

first hater. finally I made it…

[velvethell666]

You read so I can rot in peace ? Ok edge lord lol makes no sense read what poetry?

edge lord? i'll take that. at least it means I'm not boring which is more than I can say for someone who reads my blog anonymously.

[festeredhearts]

[velvethell666]

Shot Aki yesterday. Didn't wash off the makeup. Now I'm thinking about doing L in a few days. Anyway, here's a post about how good I look.

[velvethell666]

I'm scouting for a girl. Impress me with your most cringey pick-up line.

[vampir3girllz]

𝕬𝖗𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖋𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐

[velvethell666]

who is this

[dirty-stage]

Hans Schneider adjusted his glasses.

— What's your name?

The lips stretched into a smirk — not happy, not friendly. The kind that makes your spine crawl.

— Call me Nick.

Hans didn't look away.

— And how long have you been acting?

— Long enough.

In front of him sat not a thirteen-year-old with memory gaps. In front of him sat the one who filled those gaps.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

⛓️🖤⛓️

[velvethell666]

My private Telegram channel 🤫

[festeredhearts]

[dirty-stage]

He reached for his phone. Old, cracked screen. The contact — "Mari." No photo, just a name.

Ring. Second. Third. On the fourth, she answered.

— Kaiser?

— Mari. — He exhaled into the phone and rubbed the bridge of his nose. — I think I've lost my fucking mind.

On the other end — rustling. She sat up in bed.

— Be specific, Kaiser. You've always been crazy. What now?

— I talked to my mother. And I don't remember what I said. At all. Like I wasn't even there.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

⛓️🖤⛓️

[dirty-stage]

She broke. Like someone had pulled the pin on a grenade and forgot to warn her.

— Do you even understand what happened?! Where you were? What you did?!

Eric listened. Didn't interrupt. Kept eating, staring at his plate with a strange, unsettling focus.

When the stream ran dry, silence filled the room. Wrung out. Dead.

He put down his fork. His gaze — attentive, direct.

— Done? Feel better?

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

⛓️🖤⛓️

[velvethell666]

take a guess — which anime character am I cosplaying from this one photo?

[dirty-stage]

The water ran hot. Almost boiling. Steam slowly filled the space, settling on the mirror and tiles. He thrust his hands under the stream. The skin burned red, but he didn't pull away.

He scrubbed his knuckles with soap — plain, harsh alkaline — until the skin reddened and started to sting.

The dark lines under his nails, the dried blood, reluctantly gave way. He cleaned them methodically, like a surgeon before an operation.

Shadow in the Heart.

Chapter 3 is already here ↓

⛓️🖤⛓️