Biography of Vision Ghost
I am 30 yrs old if u do the math and Iv been writing professionaly for the last 2 years. In that time I have written some 380 odd works.
My poetry is not a soft touch of liking one to the summers day, its raw, exciting, brutal and hard hitting. I don't believe in beating about the bush.
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Vision Ghost's Works:
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Vision Ghost Poems
A Gothic Suicide
Felt all that was within, the dread and lonely pain Fore seeing all the grey clouds, and endless rain In an entrapment of her bleak, bedroom place Many scratches of finger nails, adorned her face
A Bullet For The Child
Seems so everyday, that I turn my TV on of late Such as it is we live in a world, that can’t tolerate Another victim, and a cause of nothing but hate Mother cries as her husband is missing, to his fate
Screams of all the dispossessed echoing through walls of steel Forgotten void in the blackness hidden from the eyes that feel Witnessed not by any sense of morality in the brutality here Beaten, raped and scarred in the boundaries of psychotic fear
You Will Never Understand
I always seem to be, the enemy of your heart No matter what I say, I seem to tear you apart Forever on the wrong side, of this infinite fence If spoke from heart, would you still take offence?
Buy Me A Scotch And Leave Me Alone
Enough has been said, so I know where I stand So much of this has gone to hell, so lend me a hand Pass me a twenty and leave me to be sad and lonely Into a glass my tears will fall, as the serum shall see
Hell On Earth
Awoke under a black sky, a taste of smoke in my mouth Bodies rotting, fires burned from the north to the south The survived upon impalements, still writhing in agony Demons and monsters, tearing flesh from their anatomy
A Scream Within The Tunnel (Trapped)
Awoken in the blackness, and the stink of putrescence I remember absolutely nothing, I am the only presence So dark and I am blind, to my slimy surrounds so tight I can barely move, within this confined space of night
The Warrior And The Maiden
Befallen was her demise, as of a warrior’s maiden That such loneliness befell, this princess’s burden
Tied (Slave To Her Fury)
Dizzy and confused, waking to be seated here tied Naked, cold, tired and where can I possibly hide? My eyes come from, blurring to a sinister clarity Smoke trails rise up, from a cigarette so patiently
Blood Rage Rising
Tense and unheard, as something grips within Power that is of the possessed, I call upon sin To conjure the cruelties within me, to destroy Tears flow as the blood swells my heart, to ploy
So I Am Arrogant?
Spinning me around again and I am falling away Just how many faces do I make within the day? I am now here just for all of you people to see Seems like today as yet another begotten plea
My Rape In Hell
Lowered in chains, from wrists shackled, my body stretched Sweat glistens as feet reach the floor, aching muscles flexed In this chamber of glowing orange, yellow and passions red Caught and not forgiven, within my dark sins that I once bled
Treading the shadows, where the little beasts play Events sealed when, herewith, ending of the day Here is my place of wonder, darkness consulates Don’t look here for Christianity, as hope hibernates
I know, that you can feel my breath That sinister touch, of loving death That wisp of your hair, in fingertips A touch of me, tasted upon your lips
In my dreams she lays before me
Calling me to her presence and lust set free
Her body enwraps around me I am captive
Pulling me down upon herself so passive
Tracing my weakness with a dark nail
I am staggered and bound without fail
Who are you that haunt’s my dreams
Who are you that make’s my passions stream