ink-bled verses, thorn-laced thoughts
dead roses, living words
Fear wears no face, it breathes within,
A whisper clawing at the skin.
It waits in silence, soft and near—
The shadow fed by all we fear.
#GothicPoetry #PoetryOfFear #InkAndDread
#WritersOfTheNight #HauntedVerse #DarkThoughts
#DeadRosesAndInk #BleedingInk #ShadowedMind
Fear wears no face, it breathes within,
A whisper clawing at the skin.
It waits in silence, soft and near—
The shadow fed by all we fear.
#GothicPoetry #PoetryOfFear #InkAndDread
#WritersOfTheNight #HauntedVerse #DarkThoughts
#DeadRosesAndInk #BleedingInk #ShadowedMind
Darkness comes not just to blind,
But to cradle thought, to still the mind.
A velvet hush, a breath, a sigh—
The place where broken stars still lie.
#GothicPoetry #PoetryOfDarkness #InkAndShadows
#WritersOfTheNight #VelvetVoid #HauntedVerse
Darkness comes not just to blind,
But to cradle thought, to still the mind.
A velvet hush, a breath, a sigh—
The place where broken stars still lie.
#GothicPoetry #PoetryOfDarkness #InkAndShadows
#WritersOfTheNight #VelvetVoid #HauntedVerse