black benediction ⠀
black benediction ⠀ and I’ll miss you. your black eyes— they always undressed my soul. ⠀ your spirit danced with my decaying heart. you couldn’t save me. nobody could. I’m bound to hell.
The Reaper's Muse
A collection of fine art photographs—a relic of longing, grief, and transformation.
Behind The Veil
Dark Poetry | Velvet Archive
A curated collection of shadow-drenched verses & quiet reckonings.
daemonium maritus
I stand still where the veil thins, barebacked and bone-lit, my breath quivers with want, my soul calls your name, my skin aches for your dark embrace. you carried me through each season of their sins. to the knife that
my beloved
my beloved, taken too early, ripped from light. now agony echoes in shattered halls, skull-cracking cries beneath blood-spattered walls. bruised and broken, your memory remains, a silhouette in crimson pooled stains. a thousand echoes — unanswered. a fire that burned
h3roin eulogy
he injected his veins with vanity. drank the lies he told me. exhaled deceit. a fake clean act. a cruel cutting grin. a thousand comparisons aimed for revenge. no kiss to be found. no warm, loving embrace. his eyes were
lamb at the altar
He came with light in shaking hands, a halo stitched from holy plans. He knelt before my black-stained altar and whispered, “Let your heart be mine.”
the echo
she writes in leather, blood ink, and precision—her story traced through hell not once, but many times—she returned, reborn. the echo scurries, spewing prints in plastic, a hollow heart performing through the next borrowed scene.
