A body of whiteness rots and smells of rot beneath its headstone,
Though the body walk out in clean linen.
I smell that whiteness here beneath the stones,
Where small ants roll their eggs, where grubs fatten.
Death may whiten in sun or out of it.
- Sylvia Plath . picture right
He had a mask like Castlereigh.
Very smooth he looked, yet grim,
Seven blood hounds followed him.
All were fat; and well the might,
Be in admirable plight.
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew...
which from his wide cloak he drew.
- Percy Byschee Shelley .picutre left
Inevitable minds abyss,
Where i now dewll with foes alone.
- Olive Fraser
So many things we shared,
I know you still live, i see you around,
But not with me.
My life, i would give my love,
Just to have you forever.
Love you always... see you never.
- Buffy Clyde
My princess is missing,
My kingdom grows dark,
And the peasants can labour no more,
Nor can the jester make me smile,
For the only time i can smile, is with you.
- Written for me by my first love, Matt.
The gushing through the gutters,
The splashing from the trees.
I feel the stabbing pain of hope,
Which only fills me with a deeper sense of dread.
For i would not need hope, if life treated me well.
I have many good things that fill my days.
But the one thing i long for, the only thing i yearn for,
Lies over a rocky mountain, and i sit here
Unable to move.
Shunned from love.
- Kiki Cadaver