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#halloweenparty #ghosts They say that when a flame turns blue, A spirit hovers close to you, A ghost sends chills and flickers, boo. And your blood drains, your morals, too.
I'm a shadow in the night, A stolen breath if air, You won't hear a sound, You won't know I'm there.
The lights shine bright in heaven, The coals burn hot in hell, My cloak, it is of nettles, And that is just as well.
The sun is hiding. The moon is shining. The sky blue. Now turns black. The stars whimper. Afraid of what they see. It is the month. The month of all scare. And no love. The time to dance on graves.
Carousel of chaos It's laughter rings around Sending its riders insane With the music that pounds.
Cracks of moonlight illuminating bruised skin and flesh so polluted it's cast in hues of purple and grey. In the nighttime there's not a whisper. Only silence fills this house.
Child of the devil; Satan's spawn. Fiery red tail, Body and horn. Angry face, Blood red staff. No need to smile, No need to laugh. Devil's baby, Born to hate. Born to frown, To sadden, to slate.
Flames licking at the charred remains from the year. A memory they would forever hold so dear. She weeps into his coat, her body now a wreck. He stands there, resolute, feelings in check.
I am pale, paler than you thought I would be... I am young, youth eternal flows within me. I lunge. You jerk away, eyes wide with panic. I strike!. Your body a machine and I, The Mechanic. The Pain.
#nightdweller Shadow girl who leaps about, Weaving in, weaving out. Dressed in deepest darkest grey, Set to kill, and set to slay.
Dice roll Cards turn What you lose Is what you earn Place your bets Hope for aces With this cash You're going places Poker faced Silent glance There's the Jack In with a chance Sudden snag There's...
I live in the black The darkness inside brown eyes that relish time I have a filthy fucking mind Uncontrollable I will not apologize for my demeanour or style or the fact that I'm wild and don't...
#nightdwellers. Malevolence is being carried along the wind. Tonight IT'S coming for all who have sinned. A blanket of evil so very wicked and depraved. Is seeking out the souls of the misbehaved.
I'm talking to you Though you don't Hear my voice I am speaking So don't think You have a choice Do you think You really own What's in your head.
The woods are calling me tonight, They're singing to me, soft, Voices latent on the air, Below, aside, aloft.
Wonder with me. and I'll take you so far. Along a desolate road. in a hate fuelled car. The road we'll be taking. Is as long as it is black. Once the pedal has been floored. There's no turning back.
This one is a bit dark... Oh ye desolate streets of a darkened night, Feel the beat of my feet, serene on this night.
A darkened palace, a prison, a keep, Where blood runs down and secrets seep, Corridors, endless, shadows dance, But perfectly silent, still at a glance, Chains clink and clatter, in the blackness,...
When a smile is wiped away, And a frown is left instead. Those feelings cloud your mind, Would you be better dead. I can feel the bullet digging, It is lodged inside my throat.
#nightdwellers There's a man with a black fedora, With a unmistakable dark aurora. With his night like eyes and pale white skin, He wears his hair slick, 'tashe, stylishly thin.
Spell book opened, as jealousy starts to rage. Sympathy is sought, truths are untold insanity takes hold. Plans are hatched, and plots are made. All sense of reason is lost, gone, dismissed.
No one sees me coming, They think me easy prey, They think I don't have tactics planned, To bring about their day.
#nightdwellers My china doll has glass tears... Large blue eyes, showing fear. My china doll has skin so cold... Her hairs falling out, she's getting old.
Transparent her ideas. To be the person I never wish to be. "Morals far too high. You'll never reach the sky". "dreams killed by your lack of disguise". Why is never answered by the wise.