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The devils sugar is sweeter than most. He'll invite you to tea just so he can boast. His tea is the best, heavenly, angel, ghost. His scones slightly buttered, his crumpets, his toast.
I see you through the corner of my eye, the sight of you causes my anger to fly. Your stare sees through me, it cuts me deep, through my pores the disgust of you begins to seep.
I look at you You are perfect When did I get so pathetic.
We rose in the ashes, From dust and death, To live our lives, And take a breath. We were born in the flames, In horror and pain, To stand and watch, While humanity was slain.
#colourchallenge. Warning: very bleak. The black attacks me. And suffocates me too. No twinkle of light. No way out of this gloom. The dark embarks. And carries me away. It grasps me so tight.
This is a recipe for a devil, For all of those who want one, This is a recipe for a devil, For all of those who need: Add a lot of rhubarb, For it shall need to be bitter, Add it to a burning...
Don't be a fool. Open your eyes. There's more red in this world. Then there ever is white. Every where that you turn. There's blood shed and tears. For every good person.
Walk with me a while... Show me, Let me see your innocence. Show me your sweet nature, Your naïveté, Your beauty. I never could hold such qualities, I yearn for you to show me... Show me...
#halloween I can feel the heat is rising Over every follicle covering my skin Ripples through my veins Confirm the spirit deep within Once dormant now awoken And eager to cause harm But hidden...
Tonight the. iron gates of. hell will be opened. Fire and. brimstone will. rain down. Devils released. as their chains. are broken. In our unspoken. fears we. will drown. Curses and. ancient spells.
Feelings of ill will come to the fore. Repressed desire banging on the door. Malign emotions erupting in souls once pure. Spite and malice more than we can endure.
#halloweenparty Turn to face me, The whispers in the trees. Turn to face me.
#halloweenparty. trick or treat head or feet. my knife is sharp my cuts are neat. arms and hands and mammary glands. don't ask you will not understand. now the liver just a sliver.
@sjw Jack Horner, huh. *sigh* fine, mhkay, I'll let this one slip for today, But, just to show my threats aren't hollow, Why not in my footsteps follow. You had a date, dear, here with destiny, see.
#sequel to @ckahn's piece, Taste Timeless Night.
An old mansion sits at the top of the hill. With its steep pitched gables, it's presence leaves a chill. Guarded by gargoyles, once inside there's no way out.
My doll, she is a sight to see, She's such an awful mess.
WARNING: Not to be read after dark. Trick or treat, Blood or meat, Give me something sweet to eat. Ice or flame, Life's a game, Sugarcoat this aching pain.
Cheers, ring out loud Our royal colors fly They're your living proof Showing support of your reside. They don't know. I do.
Long live the king,. (Yeah, right, that man's a f***ing a**,). I'll hail him until the end,. (If he possessed an inch of class.). I'll throw my hands up in the air,.
Bitter as fresh lemon, Icy water after mint, With a tablespoon of table salt, I'm bitter, get the hint.
how to break a heart. how to be cold from the start. how to down gin. how to sin. how to step on his head. how to get him in bed. how to kill emotion. how to get devotion. how to turn heads.
A joint piece with @sjw They come every night from the woods their presence here is understood Something happened here years before Now they come clawing at our doors It's the same thing night...
Let me read your tealeaves, Dearie, Let me see them, "Woah, that's eerie." Yes, it's true, hun, You're quite through, I read the leaves, From ten to two.