Violent Violet
Violent Violet. Throws me a look,. A dagger in the heart. Of a fool who mistook. Violent Violet. For a girl who cared,. One who loved and. Could be repaired,. But violent Violet.
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Violent Violet. Throws me a look,. A dagger in the heart. Of a fool who mistook. Violent Violet. For a girl who cared,. One who loved and. Could be repaired,. But violent Violet.
The Flame of Fear is black as night, It burns your third eye at first sight, It feeds on blood and draws on dread, Until you're breathing good as dead.
Come her big boy. Don't be shy. I promise you things. That will make you cry. I ain't gonna touch with my hand. I have that look that will make a lot of things stand. Hush hush come near.
Don't look at me. For beneath this skin I'm cursed. Oh yes I appear pure. The role I've well rehearsed. I leave a silent trail. Of destruction and misery. I'm a mass of devastation.
I see red footsteps,. On the snow,. I'm blinded by,. What I don't know,. Is that blood spilt,. Or in my mind,. Answers are swirling,. But I'm yet to find,. I see the devil,. Coming close,.
I'm stuck between two devils, And darkness seems to lurk, I can see the whole build up, Of their sly and evil work, I'm stuck between two devils, Their eyes seem set on me, I can tell it's something...
They say the darkest hour, is just before the dawn, When all the land is quite, when all the light is gone.
Feel the grip of magic, Feel it in the air, Embrace the power, shake the hand, But only if you dare.
Her body lies broken, A twisted mass of limbs, This was done by a man, Known to her only as 'him'. No warning, no reason For this brutal crime, He's stolen her life- Before her time.
The current guides her Through the waves, She makes her home In underwater caves. Her beauty unmatched, Her red hair flows, With the sun on her tail, Her scales glow.
Blackened ivy climbs the night, Frigid, ice, absorbing light, Stalking shadows, blurring sight.
When it's time for your soul to finally depart When evil has steered you through life I will come to you and tear out your blackened heart.
When your eyelids grow heavy, And the dark closes in, The dream-maker will come, To trace your every sin, He has no cloak of night, No staff or curved knife, The owls do not cover him, As hands grasp...
Devilishly divine. Curdled blood wine. A feast of meat. A 16 year old treat. Sacrificed to feed. My wicked greed. His meat I'll share. A smile I'll wear. Oh how shall I dress. I want to impress.
Slowly creeping. Slightly creepy. The dead is nigh. Black, turns the sky. People fearing for their lives. Slowly tremble, as they cry. The tall men come. One by two. They will slowly devourer you.
Staring into the abyss The lost princess wondering what she would miss Her long curly blonde hair She used to stand without a care But now she stood, a shadow of the girl she used to be Standing...
In the park at night I trod, Nothing about this night is odd, The sky is an abyss of black, The theives must have stolen the stars and trapped them in a sack.
I know you're near I can feel your fear Show me how you do appear Fear me not in shadows here I'm ready for the fire you bring I'm dead centre of the ring Will you not cross over and step in.
They always thought I was a tad strange They missed the part, mad and deranged My elusive sane self has something to confide I've pickled some of my fave fellas in formaldehyde They really are...
I've got a daemon inside And I like it, When she writhes, Fills me, takes control, The way she lights me up, And turns me into Something to be feared, Loved, revered, An object of...
Demons hunt and demons prowl, Jumping about, frightening an owl, The dark cloaks their eyes, But that is not their demise, For the night is fuel to drink, Its navy swirling shadows of ink, The curl...
He wonders through the grave yard, He doesn't mourn a soul- He is the undead minder He's there to charge the tole.
Anger, blazing, fire, Greed raising higher Metals melt With their release You struggle Fighting for peace Push, pull, rage Can you close the cage.
A whisper in the wind, The bodies have been skinned, A rustle through the trees, A sharp and bitter breeze, be careful not to freeze.