I consider myself a very spiritual person. I close my eyes and i endure the finest of words. Ive been writing since i was 8. I've always been diffrent never seem to fi it, yet i'm content. I love reading love candles. Mostly I like th dark. All thats wild and beautiful comes out at night. Dare to be diffrent

Рак

Просечна

168 цм

Смеђa

Хиспано/Латино

Сингл

Да - код куће

Нисам сигуран/сигурна

Усне

Остало

Тамно плава

Мачка, Рибице

Не

Факултет, али га нисам завршио/завршила

Пуно радно време

Медицина/Здравство

Дететом/Децом

Увек је мирно

Да - често

Да - у друштву

Повучен(а)

Уздржан/уздржана, Посматрач, Тамна/Црна, Чудан/чудна

Читање

Волим да останем код куће, Волим да испробавам нове ствари, Блеја, Читање

Остало

Паметан

Драме, Филмове

Хороре

Рок, Метал, Латино, Панк

Биографије, Фикције, Хороре, Мистерије, Филозофске, Поезија, Научне, Научну фантастику, Ја сам писац

Dinning thunder of your heartbeat
Pulsing here beneath my lips
Telegraphs along the length
Of veins from neck to fingertips.

Heart that calls, I cannot answer
Trapped so deep in sleep's embrace.
Your incessant measured knocking
Cannot stir me from my place.

Torturer! Have you no mercy?
Cease, now! Let me sleep the day!
No, the tolling instrument
Of torment timpanist must play.

Siren, must you lure me further?
You invade my every dream.
Raging rush of carmine liquid
Drowns me, parched, within its stream.

How to bid him cease his thunder?
Stop him? You will cease to be.
That, unless you join the blood-dance
Tooth to neck, both you and me.

Dare I do it? Would you join me
Thirsting through eternity?
But what difference? After yours
Another heart would beat for me.

Still, the blood-dance never ceases;
Drummers leave, the dance remains.
Hearts will cease; the drummer drumming
Slack his pace and stop--in vain.

Dinner-gong! Do you not know
You call m

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