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Once an angel fell, giving into the depths of a cruel twisted hell. Eyes set, as I come to the end of this road. I remind myself my way to the light has been shown.
-I had this saved, unsure if I've posted it before, but I'm proud of this one.- The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have...
Fury bites. Shakes the night. Tender charms recede. Twisted metal. Thorns and nettle. Make this brother bleed. Tied to the rack. Watch your back. when crimson tide. comes around. Shot gun shells.
Once upon a screwed up life, Drugs, abuse, And bloody knifes. Once upon a midnight fair, Moon aglow, It's skin so fair. Once upon a lovers kiss, A meeting, midnight A mornings bliss.
How can u love me. I'm a monster. I just hurt. play games. Make life bad for every 1. I'm good at all the sinful things. I make you forget the good things you have in your life.
Do what you like to me Don't hesitate I know I'm going to hell anyway I'll storm up to him The devil himself And soak him in kerosene If his hell fire isn't hot enough I will light a match And look...
If I am wrong Then please except my sorry But I know I am right So that word will not pass my lips I am sure that the sight I lust Is right and true For you see I am a monster That can not be...
I sit in this meadow Mild and meek My mind very twisted My memory bleak My eyes blank and dusty And my cheeks, do i dare. The grass is all dead The tree's are all bare.
I love you. I have told you more times. Then I remember. Yet you shun me. Don't return my calls. My looks. My shouts. You just keep on walking. But I know you will be mine. So here I sit.
Black clouds cover darkened skies, Overhead, the spirits fly, Mocking, taunting, in silent wait, This cursed dream is my soul's bait.
I am your living hell. Stalking you at night, despite what you think, your sleep is under no spell, A nightmare is what I tell.
You were mistaken kind sir, When you chose to choose her. You followed her into her web of deceit, & now for your stupidity you will forfeit.
She walked along the dark-lit path The hatchet gripped tightly in her hand Face fixed looking straight ahead Into the dark abyss she scanned Nobody would have any hope, To run, to flee or to...
Lay her body down. My love so beautiful that even death cries for her its sickly stain keeping the decay away. Tears fall from the sky as my soul pours from the mirror of our emotion. Can you feel it.
My soul is black and tainted. From the tears of victims past. Everyday i die again. Until from hell i'm cast. Hatred is so strong. In this world so imperfect. Love has fled. From planet earth.
You can be in 'Grave Danger' And you can be in a grave. But if you are in a grave by Lucifer, You are in grave danger. Most people laugh when I tell my story, 'Lucifer.
Dear Captor What is the matter. Surely you know this is wrong, all that's been going on. The bath was nice, thanks for the glass of a lovely rich red.
I went to the bar. To get me a drink. It wasn't the type. That you'll all think. In goes the whiskey. Lager and rum. Top up with vodka. Now isn't this fun. Pour in some extras. Bitter and coke.
Boiling, Brewing, Trouble, Stewing, Eye of newt, Whisker of cat, Stir around, Add tail of rat, Twig of hawthorn, In the black of night, Burn away, All hope and light, Cackle and chant, Evil...
Now come one. Come all to this tragic affaire. Wipe off that makeup what's in his dispaire. So throw on the black dress mix in with the lot. You might wake up and notice you're someone you're not.
Crocodile tears as you were leaving. I'm here to hunt you down. Broken mask on the floor, now bleeding. I'm going to hunt you down. You thought you could escape. Now I'll wipe that smile off your...
Rouge smeared thickly over my cheeks, Time for work out on the streets. Stockings rolled out over my legs, Them lads better not misbehave.
Of this twisted scurvy ridden place of death And the mace I hold, will deliver the prize to that person who is bold. Of character, redeemed, And soul, by fate deemed.
She twists and turns upon a stage, Her eyes don't see, she makes no sound. The wings of pure white sprout from her back, She never shows a sign of rage.