Poet (aspiring), Writer, Actor and Creator in general. Currently studying BA in Journalism in Griffith College Dublin. Much more - but I'll fill it in later (probably). + myspace.com/distorturedartist + Facebook.com/reamonndarcy
Opiodassy Feeling down in Dublin Town... "I never knew the sound The sound of fear Till I hit the ground" And I miss you... Oh, I miss you. [tbc]
Tearing The Skies New Horizons At Dusk Pale me in deaths-shroud Unearthly indeed for My rivers run red for The fruits of a Queen Lost to distant dominions that no man hath seen, This bastard Earth knows none of she Silent we fly Through the vast far flung Nebula, Reaping red trails through the thick of the night, Blinding the eyes and the faith of the innocent, Tearing the Skies new horizons at Dusk
Gushing From The Rush Of Lust Within Dreaming schemes of murder, Somewhere south of paradise, Staining snow-white steps to Heaven red, My foul Tongue slithers blisses hissing kisses laced in death, As Her hills and valleys start to pump with sweat She screamed from torn flesh down below Her body, limp, swung to and fro from every bash I dared to throw Beneath a cindered Heaven Spun from Gehenna to Eden won of lustward spurts and carnal Tongue Oh...pale Venus peers Although I slayed the melody Her memory hangs near, Crimson runs from barbedwire crowns to meet her parting lips, Where wide eyed to demise her thirsting Tongue so sweetly sips Furthermore I puncture, Lustful fucks to break her in, Deeper drive her nails into my skin Desire has raped it's rapture, And as those rosy tears occur, Stronger grows the urge to come in Her [ verse in progress ] White poison wearing thin, She bows her #lifeless head again, Gushing from the rush of lust within
Riptides Of Red Dream And Death Cast abound were the Keys of the Zodiac So that they sank to the depths of the soul Such spun Heaven to frozen voids that the ambiance shivered with an age of snow... And I unthroned bore fists of rage My mind alone wandered the grave And to the most unholy shades Drew my gaze: Depraved Pits of sable flame Stars from the Orphic skies of Valhalla Oh brave and maimed Why must my Lord abandon my shoulder?
Through Corridors Of Man Not Made I took Her: By the porcelain flesh, With cankered claws Of festered mess, Through corridors of man not made, That proved the most unholy shades Before Me: Cases stretched above, To stellared regions longed and loved, The steps grew more, And all I crawled, To meet the victim #life had mauled Stood in a mirror was my form, Reflecting on the Winter Torn
