Lilith-Awaken

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Shards XIX

Lipstick, lace, high heels Tucked away in the backseat I am not your toy

All

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Shards XIX

Lipstick, lace, high heels Tucked away in the backseat I am not your toy

Featured

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Shards XIX

Lipstick, lace, high heels Tucked away in the backseat I am not your toy

Some to Read

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Winter agony (v.2)

Autumn trees bear the weight of dead flowers And poisoned by the sands of cruel time, Crying after bygone springs' faded away dance Whispering hymns of eternal night Flying, melting into air... Dreaming at the gates of death. Put roses on the altar of fallen angels, Fight with broken wings of faith, Close your eyes and wait to see The light of the snow of decay Crying under deaf soil, in a heavy coffin Lies the sacred grail to be filled With warm blood and tears of snow And with bones of the ancient breed Flying, melting into air... Dreaming at the gates of death. Rising from the core of earth, Bringing dark instead of dreams Came the ti

Dark and Gothic

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First kiss

When you first kissed me, On that bridge Mid-sentence, It was awkward. But I adored it. I giggled and you smiled, Sticking your tongue. I felt like A schoolgirl I never was. The way you held my hand Made me think It will last... Spring flowers Weaved a dream, The first breeze blew away. I wish I could see What you saw, And feel what you felt And exchange hearts With you.

Sorrow and Contemplation

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Revelations

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Encounter

Hand in hand Head on shoulder Kiss on cheek Illusions we create Lies we tell Lives we lead Dreams we fail Changes we make Tears we shed Words we fear Silence we suffer Twisting Mauling Tearing Inside Masks we wear

For my Gemini

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Shards XIX

Lipstick, lace, high heels Tucked away in the backseat I am not your toy

Shards of My Insanity

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NSFW

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Untitled

I count the days But I lost keeping track Time seems to run As it was sand Seeping through my hand

Scraps

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Shards XIX by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Winter agony (v.2) by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Winter agony (v.2)

Memories of wings by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Memories of wings

'Vanitatum vanitas', Said the Angel, as he flicked A cigarette butt to the city Down below, at his feet. Shrugged silently as he raised His eyes above to the skies, Beholding the vast darkness Seeking for a single spot of light. Atop an observatory, they say The closest of places Humans can be to God, 'What great lies' he thought. He reached with his hands For a divine touch he once got, Praying silently to a father Who banished his child. His fingers ran through the place Where his wings used to be, 'Never more the perfect creature' Now stripped of his grace. He shut his eyes tight, Saw visions of those flames Eating souls, not purify t

Warmth by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Warmth

We've sat in the steamy bathroom with dimmed lights, talking about how to make the world a better place. You watched my fingers as I stirred the water, and I watched yours. It was so peaceful, so cozy. It felt just right. You climbed into the tub, slowly, to get used to the heat. I washed your back. Gently, pouring water from my cupped hands, caressing your olive skin. I felt your muscles relax and then tense. I heard your moans, so sweet as you gave yourself to the feeling. The way you arched your back reminded me of a feline, so graceful, but delicate at the same time. We weaved our arms around each other. Just sat there in complete silen

Lullaby by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Lullaby

Hush, hush, Child Monsters don't hide In the dark of night. Sleep tight, Child You're not alone. All evil walk on two feet Their faces are human, Hands can give and destroy. Let them close, They'll whisper sweet things, But serpent tongues Drip poison to your ears. The arsenic of their words Laces your brain with sorrow, As it spreads slowly Through veins and arteries, Killing from inside, But you have to stand up Have to carry on. Hush, hush, Child Monsters don't hide In the dark of night. Sleep tight, Child You are not alone. You feel small and weak Abandoned and fragile, But remember always You are loved. Bones can break, and Wounds

Clinical oppression by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Clinical oppression

Soulless minds staring To bricked up windows While cerulean dreams Fed to them via IV Pumping morphines Into their systems Hooked up to feeding tubes Forcing down some Liquid of cutouts Promising escape from All grey and dull While withering away Minds of the unborn Dissolving into wombs While the amniotic sac Suffocates them slowly Instead of nurturing The remains of abortion The smoke from a huge Funeral pyre lingering Over the city where We all go to die Or suffer under Shadows of demise

In vain by Lilith-Awaken, literature

Osmanthus by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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Osmanthus

Researchers say, smells help people to study new things. They say your mind consciously or subconsciously connect different smells to different memories. I don't know if it's true for others, but it is definitely true for me. There are some distinct fragrances that immediately evoke some memories and feelings, or those memories and feelings evoke the sensation of fragrances. The smell of the juicy, ripe raspberries on the sun makes me feel freedom. I think of all the childhood summers, when we used to pick them from the vines, and eat them straight away. We didn't care about the thorns, and after a bigger raid we often looked like we lost a

Dance of a blade by Lilith-Awaken, literature

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