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For centuries I have walked among you; Feeding off you, living off you; You haven't known I was there; You have never known the creature that I am; And to this day you think I do not exist.
#household Circle the stage Left to right Each seat Must be very precise All is quite Best not make a sound I shan't be caught Pouring gasoline around On the curtains A spritz here and...
Watching the hour hands of time tick away, crumbling smoothly into dust over the stone fireplaces mantle.
#movement. Bend me twist me. Name me shape me. As long as you know. You won't escape me. Tall and flapping. Upturned collar. Can't be bought. With pound or dollar. I'll be there. Thru darkest night.
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.
#emotion #confusion A simple concoction of moonlight and catnip, A flaming wolf's secret that paints blood at first sip, A vivid ink fuchsia, satirical lies, So, come paint the dark shadows 'neath...
Head held high against the sky, The soul has wings and wants to fly, The heart is restless, beating fast, "The breath from next shall be my last." The wind is frost, the frost is ice, The ice blows...
I can't see in the dark, But I feel the eyes on me. Watching from who knows where, I wonder what they could be.
It sits in the corner of the damp and shadowed room, It basks in the glory of the darkness and the gloom, It sits and it stares and it waits and it breaths, Just In and out And in And Out The it, its...
Double, double, toil and trouble, Fire burn and cauldron bubble, Double, double, ice and fire, Bring the night to my desire.
#youngwritershousehold. He lay there, broken,. Like a flightless bird,. The first time woken,. For a thousand years,. He's crying, gold tears,. While I watch, smug,. He had made all my fears,.
Travels led to distant path, Surrounded by the devil's wrath, A lonesome road of nightly gales, On which sunshine had set sail, Leaving only gloom and despair, With fear hanging in the air.
Sleek and stylish. Dress in ruby red. Hair midnight violet. Long and silky. Eyes a deep soft blue. Lips creamy pink. Face flushed slightly. Her name is Deception. She is the temptress.
#emotion#avenge. My life means nothing anymore. I'm here to settle a score. I'm waging my own war. Because my emotions are raw. Death....no I don't think so. It's too easy a way for you to go.
Frozen alive Never be found 'Cause there is no home There's no safe and sound In the pale moonlight As I weakly stir You pull my dying self up And through your eyes I read danger Once a lover Once a...
#emotion #avenging Across the heaths and blackened fens I'm coming for you I tear a path 'cross fields and glens And I'm coming for you No night can hide you, where you are I'm coming for you My...
Buried under the earths surface, Pushing up daisies, Under the amber sun lights rays, Reaching one hand through the cold dirt, Feeling the heat tingling pale white skin, Breaking the silver lock...
I found all that I need inside your cool fiction grease and hard boiled greed gives you slips and confliction late night, Lexington Drive I got that dark feeling overreach till you die the dose that...
By now I've grown to like the darkness. Full of mystery, full of beauty. Surrounded by pure blackness, invisibility. Once my greatest fear, has now become my savior. What I once hated I now adore.
Worked by strings around your hand, A broken soul, at your command, A frozen heart of lace and night, Bleeds dry, the mind, of all its light.
The patter of rain A perfect night For me to fulfill My devils delight Creep into the house Footsteps pad on the floor I walk slowly up the stairs Creak open the door I have wanted this...
Once upon a time. I commited a bloody crime. I took a knife and made red. A now this hater's dead. A pool of blood lies on the floor. As I'm walking out the door. You will never hate again.
Dressed in white with scarlet stains, From all preluding bloodied games, A cup of wine upon my chest, An occult cult, in death I rest.
Crimson blood, On the floor, I want her back, Nothing more. The assassin, He came in the night, Swift as a swallow, No time for a fight.