My Outcast Voice.

My outcast voice doesn't fit in, with all the crappy social voices. That's why I always say words out of place, with all the other fitting words of society. I have always been a square peg in a round hole.

Mark Parry aka Cherry Divine.

Thursday, 5 July 2012

Prima Ballerina.

O thou art so beautiful in black.
My dark angelic foreign rose.
Hear my sweet romance.
Where a Gothic wind blows.
Gently through my lunatica mind.

Thou art my dark prima-ballerina.
An angel of nocturnal delights.
You shatter the summer light.
Bringing darkness to my life.
I succumb to your shadows.

I adore your pale cold skin.
Where a fire rises within.
Under the veiled moon of sorrow.
Where graveyard goblins dance.
From thy casket of perfection.

At thine own feet of mercy.
I seek the sanctuary of dark passion.
Where Autumn leaves fall silently.
To thy lonely kiss of pale death.
The slave bows to eternity.

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