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Elena Helms Poems
Evil on a night like this Evil tasting like a twisted wish Evil paralized upon the ground Evil tates the tears of fear
Do You Love Me or Not?
Do you love me? Or do you not? you told me once, but i forgot. So tell me now, and tell me true, so I can say that I love you.
I Miss You Baby.
I miss you. I wonder where you are. How you're felling today without me. I miss you.
The Color Black
People call me Gothic because i wear black they don't know how it feels to be left back they stare at me like I'm some kind of freak
My Love For You
My love for you knows no bounds. And one day it will pull me to the ground. And on my knees, I will ask it of you. If you and I caould become one, not two.
I Can Cry
Can you not see me? My eyes are filled with tears Can you not hear me? I've been crying all of these years
From the time I wake 'Till the time I sleep And even in my dreams I think of you
Pain Of Love
My sweet dark love How I used to love you But yet how I want to hold you The pain that you're giving me
The Demon: Hiei
Like a phantom in the night he came. His goal was clear, humanity on it’s knees bowing to him, begging him for mercy. The task should have been simple, he should have done as he pleased. He was stopped by the hero, defended by the fox, punished by the god, and befriended by the lot. So he is left to discover humanities endearments, love, friendship, joyfulness, merriment, and sadness. The Fox: Kurama
I Hate You
I hate you, you know Oh did you? Goodie. You may think I'm rebellious. But I'm not.
When I Found You
When I found you I found myself I found a guy Like no one else
You Live In My Heart
You live in my heart and I won't break it apart. Even if it makes me cry, I will love you until I die. Blood doesn't flow in my veins. Your thought flows in it as a pain.
Bleeding for You
Comments about Elena Helms
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Evil on a night like this
Evil tasting like a twisted wish
Evil paralized upon the ground
Evil tates the tears of fear
Evil tainted sounds of cheer
Evil dripping down; your blood of hate
Evil tearing down your helpless fate
Evil swears that by the night's end
Evil won't say it was all pretend
Evil because Death will follow you
Evil until full content
Evil pleasured to full extent