http://slow.writerscafe.org/Darkness_my_muse The original writings of author Darknessmymuse. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776054598 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Strange. He romanticizes hell.Almost like he has actually been there. Like the grimm, clad in the darkness of humanity led him to the elevator to hell-At gun point. Coz scythes are old fashioned. And they went up the nine levels. No... Ten. And the tenth circle is hell's best kept .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1960984/ Hold my wings, will you? Let me dress up in whiteSo my image screams 'purity' Let me cut open my woundsSo they radiate lightLet me wear my haloOn the tip of my invisible horns, Let me paint my black heart gold, Camouflage my thorns, Wear the fragrance of flowersAnd chocolate and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1960983/ Go onTake in her beautyBreathe in her existence Find solaceIn that smear of vermillion on her foreheadThe dark kohl that brings out the brown in her eyesThe smell of roses poisoning the air you breatheSupple red lips. Fair skin. Curly locks of hair kissing her cheeks. Beauty. For.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1960982/ She rests, Craftsmanship at its best, In the midst of green, Petals and her skin akin. Hair as smooth as the satinOn my throne, I never sat in.Her lips, the essence of every sin. The goddess of beauty, The deity of eden.My venomous form hissFor this masterpiece of His, My scaly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1945546/ The blare. The beeps. The sobs. The screams. I heard it all. Maybe this was hellTormenting me, of what could have been, But slipped through the gaps between my fingers. Through bushes down the valley. Blood of my so called savior,Trickling into my veins, Three hail Marys, sins .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1938435/ A grin on his face, twinkle in his eyes,Fingers manipulating strings of mundane lives,Intoxicated by the smell of their forlorn souls,Wooden vessels in his show- Lo and Behold! "Give up", he laughs, "Don't you dare try escape-Frozen forever in exhausting smiles, mere slaves to my cape." .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1936990/ You treat her like she's glass- touch her and she'd shatter.. You kiss her broken pieces, leave you bleeding and tattered. You gather her, think you hold her together.. That monsoons and mandrakes may try but heal her. But mind you, that heart you hold has frozen with every fall. Leave h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1936724/ Do not think. It only eats you up. Thoughts are like that fat glutton who eats fifty pizzas in one go. And even worse.. This fat glutton ain't friendly. He is a weird combination of a cocky jerk and a sweet fat friend. When happy, he eats you up happily but when sad.. He devours you. He thinks of yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1852397/ And yet.. Here I float, smiling through it all, The ghost of my wounds, over me they crawl.. The ghost of my heart, so loyally does break.. And the ghost of me, still smiling for your sake. She says 'I do', and you kiss her like she's worth eternityThose fingers that once played with my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1847508/ Fierce, if a word was enough to describe her.Held a volcano in her eyes, stone for a heart, steel for a soul.Bullets spoke what her lips don't , scars narrate her story.' One of a kind'.. soothing as snow, but deadly as the cold.Again, she had to leave for her next new scar,A mission only she c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1815780/ Perfect skin, perfect smile, perfect brown hair.But those dark sunglasses she'd always wear!Through day, through night - left the lads confused...Some thought she was crazy, some amused.But the truth- (none it would appease)Had they seen her electric blue eyes, those poor, confused lads .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1796175/      Was handcuffed, wound up in chains..Behind cold metal..oozing blood instead of tears,     Tried breaking out...screaming.. all in vain,consumed by loneliness that dimmed the other fears..     Each second was eternity.. how many? couldn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1623029/ Faking smiles...hiding tears..Hurting more than any knifes pierce..Busy holding my breath,trying not to frown,I look at the mirror, see my face,my gown..I see the 'me' this superficial world has taken,The world that doesn't know I'm broken..The funny one..always making others happy..T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Darkness_my_muse/1546463/