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I look at myself, figure in the wind, A fraction in your life, for now, To you, I am but an annoying pest, An unnoticed fly on the wall, You laugh at me, you poke at me, To you I am only a toy.
The need in me to destroy Is growing strong once again It's not all your fault But it started way back then So I dress to impress With a smile full of promises They'll never be able to guess That...
Slice her open wide, Sneak a peak inside. Look how pretty, Look how pretty. Such a pretty thing. Don't you make her sing. Pretty, pretty please, Don't bring her to her knees.
Notions of commercialized demonic devotions- I swear I see the world sober,in pixelated slow motion - Forever stuck within and on, forth style prisons either being of salvation or damnation - Allow...
Die, them diamonds are mine. I stole them fair and square. Ain't no one getting my diamonds. Mine to keep and not to share. Once I get away i'll hide them all. Not gonna find the hiding place.
*Bit dark so be warned. #nightdwellers Blackened tendrils twist around my heart and squeeze macabre thoughts enter my contorted mind, oh how they like to tease.
#NightDwellers I'm that hooded figure, At the end of your bed. I'm the boggy man, Understand what I said . I'm that reflection in the mirror, I'm that voice in your head.
Ink on a canvas, some twisted soul's art. Our lives crafted on the whims of a being with no heart. It lets us love others, and then takes them away, It crafts all our actions; dawn till dusk every...
#acrostic #alittledifferent. (R)anⓉeD - words used to break. (E)mⓄtivE - tones so coarse. (S)uⓇeFire - cracks in her restraint. (I)nⓉensE - it gets much worse. (G)ⓊArded - is her heart from joy.
Does that long inhale of smoke Catch in your charred throat When you scowl, dark and low, Bright eyes beneath a furrowed brow, And see every line, flaw, mistake, Etched into my heart and face.
Some like the handsome, Some like the brave, But I like those who misbehave. Give me a coward, A weasly sneak, And I'll be happy for a week.
#nightdwellers Between her shoulder blades she wears the mark of the beast. The beauty of her onyx coloured eyes, pale skin and blood red lips would cause your heart to cease.
You Have the breath of a corpse left to rot, Have the feet of a horse left to trot. And your love is not something I sought, But you're mine.
I knew it wasn't right from go, You when it's just like... That you know. Something's up but don't know what, Your brain is teasing, all it's got...
Devils eyes filled me recently..... Strange longing sensations within me, Heart pumping rapidly then easy, Almost lost the pieces of me.
Darkness falls over me. Moonlight not enough to see. I can hear them whispering. I can feel them rustling. Shadows drifting in the night. Hiding from me, out of sight. Waiting for the perfect time.
#acorn. I know some might call it stalking. But really, Im just watching. And it gives me such a thrill. All the shivers and the chills. While I keep a weary eye. And make sure you never die.
I see you've come to save me, And fix my broken ways, So go on and make you plea, Then be on your way.
I am the Antivalentine, I'll pierce your soul with hate; I'll make you bitter, cold, and wry, With my bow of heartache.
If happiness won't stay with me. And if you won't hold my hand. Then you can keep your oxygen. I have something else planned. If I can't kiss your lips. If I can't love your mass.
I know you're close behind, I can feel your breath, Hidden where I am blind, Pulling me into death. Was my freedom just another one of your lies. Do I even have a claim to my life.
As I walk through the kitchen, It's funny that you mention, You don't want a fancy funeral. Just a cremation. As my intention, You'll never know Because it'll never show. Look, look at the snow.
(Possibly hitting the lower end of 16+ please read with caution -or not at all.) ---- Go ahead and make my day Take your pitiless heart and stray.
Are you, are you Coming to the tree Where they strung up a man they say murdered three. Strange things did happen here No stranger would it be If we met up at midnight in the hanging tree.