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When the devils come to play, They always leave a mess, They have never made things better, Than before, they only guilt and stress.
(Contains two naughty words). Being afraid of little spiders. Makes absolutely no sense. Being scared of dragon flies. Or time in the dark spent. Being petrified of heights. When you're ten foot high.
I look in the mirror What do I see.
With a gun in my manicured hand, And heels at my command, With my rouge lips that pout and bite, And my daring dark eyes that sparkle light.
The quiet girl to whom no-one talks, Sneaks down the road, upon no-one walks, Trying to get away. She walks and walks until she can walk no more, And then knocks upon the nearest door.
I float about in search of a home, who will I dwell in next, humans are such easy prey, those weak of mind are an easy stay.
Another daybreak looms. In misery towers HQ. As many stars as rooms. Space for me and you. Sunlight can not reach. Its musty halls and stairs. Lessons we can not teach. Lost amongst its dingy lairs.
No, I don't write children's books, nor make ridiculous rhymes, my creativity is more morbid, a sign of the evil times.
Happy 700th birthday, I never get old, the world revolves around me, my skin deathly cold.
The bedroom smelt of sex and smoke, Of old cigars and passions broke. A broken bucket by the wall, Tangled sheets to break a fall. A splash of red against the bed, A book discarded, yet unread.
Crows caw, Dogs viciously bark, The trees unsettled, The day itself a deathly mark. The wind blows furiously, Slapping my face, A shadow moves, Moves with a fast pace.
Do I have your attention, do you believe me now, My lifeless face frozen in a frown. The voices drove me insane, leading me astray, Every day was a battle fighting through depression's fray.
In your favorite chair, autumn seen through the window, My love you did not care. When was the last time you moved, skin turned to black, Appearance peeled and emotions cracked.
Take these wings of blackest night, I cannot wear them one more night. Take away this pain I feel, For I no longer heal. Take me from this place I sleep, All night I weep...
#nightdwellers. The crimson trail disappeared into the night. Along with the train of her dress. Dragged through the shadows wearing blood splattered white. Soon to be put to her death.
I make you feel so insecure, I know your secrets, You're not pure, I know what you do when alone, In monotone, I claim your home.
(Found this that I started ages ago so thought I'd finish it). The knife punctures through. A heart that was pure and true. It stabs right in there. Piercing without a care. Then someone comes along.
The crimson trail disappeared into the night.
The crimson trail disappeared into the night It had left a trail of destruction, anguish and rage It came from nowhere, and had now disappeared from sight I sat in the graveyard looking at the the...
I love her Deep, Wine Lips I love her Se- Ductive Hips But mostly Her Crimson Blood Seeping out Like a Warm Flood I want it All Over Me Hear her Scream Passion- Ately Fall into My Bloody Arm With...
Can you see through the lies. Are the webs pulled too tight. Running rampant with knives. But nobody knows where they hide. Until its too late. Blood fills the place. You laugh in the shadows.
There's a monster in the mirror. Looking back at me. It's eyes locked on mine. Refusing to break free. There's a monster in the mirror. It's gruesome beyond compare.
There once was a man named Dale. Who's life was a harrowing tale. More heartbreak and woe. Than you ever did know. Everyday he would cry without fail. His first wife named Colleen.
As I sit here. And carve in to my flesh. The pain takes me away. From the places I hate. The blood flowing from my cuts. Are rivers bold and untamed. The knife is my vessel. I ride it willing.