Underworld
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Hello, welcome. Please come and join us, Join us lost souls, let's all live as one. We'll live in the land of the dead. Together we'll be united. Take your own path, are you good or are you bad.
Not many know of me. I'm the force behind of he. He is the one who instills all fear. But just be aware of me my dear. I may be quiet, without a sound. But that doesn't mean I'm not around.
There's a darker side to fairytales, Of that you must be aware, Each story written painfully, In the character's despair, You see, there is a hint of truth, Behind these simple tales, Taken from a...
Won't you stay, Just for one more drink, We've already gone over the brink. Won't you drink, Just a little more, It can't hurt, I'm sure. Won't you stay, Don't you worry, We're in no hurry.
Twisted, Connected One can't be without the other Two individuals so different, Yet from the same mother Linked, Undivided, Joined at the hip One remains tortured on earth, Into the shadows the...
Part One|Night Black veil clouds the moonless sky, All visions cold and shadowed darker, Jade and stone, all seeing eye, The night, surreal and filled with laughter.
My eyes are wide, My lips are pursed into a line. Like the only of our kind, I am one... One of them... One of the killers. My teeth are sharp, Glinting with red.
I'm not here to impress I am only here to express. If this causes you distress. I do not mean to depress. Emotions i long possess.
Two four one add the beat of my drum and you'll be mine, Trapped forever in time. Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, don't close your eyes, Sleepwalker, sleepwalker, that's where he hides.
Words drip from my lips, Thoughts free from my mind, Harsh things to make you slip, There's no one to save you this time.
Broken, unfeeling Left for dead All the thoughts swirling in her adolescent head Should she cry for help, Or should she just pull the trigger.
He sleeps in the day. And stalks us at night. If you did see him. He'd give you a fright. His head in a hood. He wears a black cape. If he does find you. There is no escape. He's patiently waiting.
#nightdwellers Your pulse slows beneath my grip, Crimson liquid drops down, drips, Extraction of your thoughts, ...
The night is a disease, It's inky black fingers caging everything in sight, Immersing the world in it's murky depths.
Sunset on the shell shoal beach. Water lapping the slothful shells. And there sat among the natural beauty, Lays the bloody footsteps that ring bells.
I first noticed you when I served you some wine You had a beautiful smile, so very divine You must have moved to the area recently As into the shop you kept coming to see me As the weeks went on, you...
I know it's not very good, but it's an effect of my Writer's Block I'm trying to get rid of and I thought it might make some of you laugh....
A little bit of sugar, And a little bit of blood, I'm going to make this cake rise, Like every nice treat should.
Eyes lids & pins, Piercing through the skin. A thread sewn. Stitch by stitch. Sewing the seams. Eyes begin to close. The tables switch. Masquerading an horrifically scenic show.
When I awake,. I see your face,. Lit by a dull, white light,. I taste the gag,. Around my mouth,. How I put up a fight,. A long, deep gash,. Falls short of wrist,. I see knife on the floor,.
Pain is beauty Pain is true Pain is curious Pain is you Pain is real Pain is glee Pain is alone Pain is me Pain is lying on the bathroom floor knowing that there is nothing more.
Black as the pits I bury them in. I'm more corrupt than original sin. Searching for truth to muddy it's waters. Searching for faith to laugh as it falters. You have your one in trinity.
#youngwritershousehold @awesomeannie **this is the first ive found out about it, and by the fact it says young I just wanna know if theres an age limit.
It's raining it's pouring. A little girl is mourning. Her mommy's gone away. And daddy didn't stay. It's raining it's pouring. Her life is very boring. Her friends don't want to play.