My flesh will flee,
My bones will bleach,
My fangs will cut,
My mouth will leech.
Your heart will slow,
Your breath will stop,
Your limbs will freeze,
Your chest will drop.
My tongue will taste,
My blood will sing,
My hands will shake,
My ears will ring.
I shall feast,
And lay you dry,
And naught but woods,
Shall hear your cry.
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Into the darkness she flees Not knowing what lies in wait amongst the trees Leaves crackling underfoot Rustling, crumpling, crushing old chestnuts The fear of the chase The moonlight shining on...
They're like the hounds of hell, Relentless on your trail, Smelling your fear and hate, Feeds the space where there should be a soul.
It swoops in for its prey,. it comes out at night,. its the dark eagle,. you better turn on ur light,. lock all your doors,. close all your windows,. go back to sleep,. and prey it dont see yous,.
Death and destruction Is what I crave, To hear thou mortals Scream in pain. Let thy flame burn Their flesh. Let the rats Nibble on their guts. Yells of cursing Out my name.
I awaken to a hunger, Like a bolt in my brain, A hunger so driving... It could send me insane. A red film of blood, Covers my vision, Underneath red it's clearer, A gaze with precision.
The Box is quiet. The Box is still. The Box awaits a victim on the antique shop window sill. The Box is powerful. The Box is dark. The Box will overwhelm you, destroy you, be careful.
He thought that it had left him, he thought that it had gone. He thought he'd beaten the demon inside. He'd thought, but then he'd thought wrong, You're mine, you fool, I own you.
Can't think of a name for this, any ideas.
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