moth in a jar

slowly running out of breath

[wordsofdecay]

If you want roses,

you must face the fear of thorns

and blood on your hands.

[wordsofdecay]

[copenhagensluts]

[wordsofdecay]

Acid Bath

I am your devil with hands soaked and bloody, to drown someone new — I have set you free.

I tried to hold onto words so volatile and thin, they escaped like water from my burned skin.

I am your devil with a mutilated heart, your promises were fluid poison from the start.

[wordsofdecay]

Saint

Blood-stained hands folded in prayer, lips praise God with the eyes of a slayer. A corpse bathing in holy water, washing away sin. Showing scars of penance on decomposing skin. The head kept low - no one will see, the soul he devoured - he stole it from me.

[wordsofdecay]

Blood On Both Ends "Even the gentlest flame has the power to burn you alive."

Blame me for cutting the string and letting it bleed out. Question if I was ever real, or just a demon in disguise - but have you ever seen a demon cry and shatter into pieces? And if I was the devil - would I have been so raw, laying so much trust in you? Blame me for switching moods, for being torn between staying and leaving for good. In this hell built from circumstances, purgatory whispered her name. Yet I never meant to make you feel unworthy or guilty. I knew you had your reasons, and you're not the villain in this story - though it isn't fair how it seems you're viewing me as one. Maybe you forgot that the string I cut left blood on both ends.

[wordsofdecay]

Everyone and everything I've ever loved left imprints on my heart that cannot be erased. And I have grown tired of trying.

So I accept these scars as parts of me and try to learn from past mistakes.

My heart has loved deeply before, and it has been shattered into pieces. But I am willing to give it away all over again — not because I'm naive, but because I can see it in the way you look at me: it's going to be worth it.

[festeredhearts]

[wordsofdecay]

[wordsofdecay]

Of Bats and Bees

Consume me like a vampire, drawn to the stream beneath my skin, desperate to get a taste.

Make my whole body shiver as we merge into one. You can try, but you cannot hide the feral spark in your eyes. I know — you can not live without this.

[wordsofdecay]

Purple Rain

I felt the deep vibration of the bass like waves moving through my whole body as I was resting my head close to your shoulder. My heart skipped one small beat, when your arm brushed mine, and suddenly I felt so painfully sober.

I had been yearning for distant stars, and mourning oceans for so long, I had given up on finding a love I could reach.

But in this very moment, only you and me existed — and this song I had heard a thousand times before suddenly had a meaning.

[wordsofdecay]

If you find someone who will drag you home after you hurt your ankle drunk in platform shoes because you thought the moshpit looked fun, and instead of being mad they'll make sure you have enough to drink, comfy clothes, bandages and then cook you the most amazing omelette you've ever had at 3 a.m. — PROTECT THEM AT ALL COST.

[wordsofdecay]

Soft Guitar Strums

Fingertips caress the strings with such a gentle heart, sending deep waves of emotions through each and every part.

Feels like I'm enchanted by those sweet serenades, as if you're laying healing patches on where my broken soul still aches.

Embrace my heart with your hands, for that's where it belongs, and cast a benign spell on me with your soft guitar strums.

[rosieandthemoon]

hedge labyrinth at the Château de la Ballue in France

[wordsofdecay]

Maybe it's not "writers block".

Maybe I'm just not sad enough to write good poetry anymore.

[wordsofdecay]

Dying Love

You watched the stars in the sky slowly fade away, not realizing it'd bring darkness.

[wordsofdecay]

Sick Flowers

The way your words connected our fates is something that will never be forgotten. Your laugh still crosses my mind every now and then. Yet, it's no desperate longing anymore, more like some kind of "sweet grief" for an encounter that was written in the stars.

A healing embrace- two hearts pouring out words that bled into the most beautiful harmonies. How could I ever forget what we shared?

But sometimes, even the most beautiful flowers fall ill. Yearning and jealousy intoxicate from within. "Sometimes leaving is for the best." Something I didn't understand when I was younger, but now, I surely do.