The Heart

A heart rarely fed-
One day will turn black,
Into a brittle stone,
And eventually dust.

The Mind

No one is watching, judging,
I try to tell my mind but
It won't listen - It knows -
That this is all crazy.

Moonlite Dance

Skull Pile

Gaze upon this horror while
ElizaDeath pumps out her flooded dungeon.
Blah!!!

Belief

If I told you, that the
Tears weren't of the actual event -
But of how you thought it was,
Would you believe me?

Missing

Illustration Friday: Missing

For when you're sad,
or feeling bleak -
A potion - A dolly,
For eyes that leak.
Deep inside release the fear,
Ignore the pain forever near.

~ElizaDeath

The Skeleton

Illustration Friday:Moon