Orkidedatter
I’m his act of emotions
Stikkord: emotions
Hell, can taste saintly
Hell can taste saintly…
❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
I’m not an innocent girl,
to deal with me you have to be brave, you have to deal with your own darkness and the «devil’s back»…
Because this country girl from the frozen Arctic
has a dark secret you only can watch in her sapphire blue eyes if you dare…
-nobody has tried to… yet-
but, my ghostly demons are what drove him wild,
together with
my dangerous mind,
my sinful lips,
my heavy pain and
my sorrowful tongue
and craziness of a soul
and a cold heart from the past.
All my monsters of nightmarish origins from my cage within playing with a razor blade together with your voices in your head.
Feel the passionate pain,
touch my prism tears with your fingertips,
keep my Snow White body naked,
tie the diamond barbed wire around my neck and give me pleasure
like fire in the rabbit hole.
Kiss my mischievous eye spark,
be my Lucifer tonight…
-and as you look deep into her sapphire blue eyes,
you understand what made
you hungry about her
-and you are in trouble..
❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
Love letters to the death
Art: my own @orkidedatterYour spirit is a last fragrance from
your touch on my cheek
darkness is crying out
you gasping for air
see into the depth of my soul
feel into the depth of my heart
sink into the depth of my eyes
unfulfilled dreams can’t be my
ashes from my rose petals
after my death
shades from a panther in the shadows
painting the weakest chain in a cloud
starless night and a path in the forest
black pearls dripping down from heaven
the perfect touch from Angels above
with love and prayers
my fragile heart can’t bear this
life on earth anymore..therefore
I write love letters to the dead…
-Orkidedatter-
Behind a mask
Art: my own @orkidedatter– Behind a mask-
Behind a mask, someone is hiding
my door was opened to my safe place
now it became my prison
I cried – no one saw my tears
I screamed in disgust – no one has ever
heard them
a little girl’s fragility gets crushed by the crime
caught in the curse of the mask
no escape
trapped in a body that slowly have died
she buried herself in pain
so as not to feel what she saw
a empty shell with a color of black
behind a mask an unwritten diary
beneath rolling waves
a sea of guilt
bound with chains and trapped in mystery
every minute passed and I felt the hell that
even darkness feared .
-Orkidedatter-
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