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Rare cat. Snow leopard. Coloured black. Eyes of green. And aqua blue. Waits to be unseen. White spots. Black sleek fur. Covered in dots. Hunt me a while. Prowler. Taste me with a smile.
Looking out across the city, Glowing lights oh so pretty, You have it all, Such a beautiful doll, Bright red lips, Sexy slender hips, Luscious long hair, Every clothing to wear, A gorgeous model.
Ice cool, full. Medusa moon. Statuing the night. frosting elm branch. arch and crack. against the polar stars. Silver river of. Nova light. Stalagmite trees. glaze the crystal. grassland glades.
*brief warning* Sing a song of sixpence, A knife gash down your thigh, Four and twenty poisons, Baked into a pie, When the pie was opened, You took a nice, big bite, Oh, seeing your body on the...
You can not find me. I am mysterious. If you think you can. You are delarios. I will only be there. When you need me most. I will not come over. For a silly toast. I come and go as I please.
Black hall, Black walls, Close in on me. I shut my eyes, And start to cry, Hoping it's all a dream. My mother is gone, Every thing is wrong, I'm just a desperate foal.
Draconian shadows swing at the graveyard tonight, but you can't see a thing. Mist covers all in sight. The shape of a man, swaying to and fro is all you can see through the musky glow.
There's a warning that whispers about the morning, It reaches ears and sings its warning...
Tis' been a while since that night, In which this world began. A world so vivd, vibrant, bright, Destroyed by thine masters hand. Our love remain eternal, Though my heart may wither grey.
When no breeze rustles The lush summer leaves And the suffocating heat hangs Among the trees, I want to take you for a gentle stroll, Along the river, to a place I know, Where a dirty old sheet Hangs...
Long green grass, Twisting around its finds. Swaying in the wind, It's daisies just like vines. Just like a emerald sea, Some things they can be sunk.
I awaken to a hunger, Like a bolt in my brain, A hunger so driving... It could send me insane. A red film of blood, Covers my vision, Underneath red it's clearer, A gaze with precision.
Throw me down,. Make that retching sound,. I wager your soul,. The devil licks it,. Slick with red spit,. This is raw war,. Of flamed hearts,. And magic darts,. Rip out my hair,.
Meet drown the clown. Don't mind the bloody frown. Or makeup smears. His the face you'll see in all your fears. With cold dead eyes. Not laughs but scared cries. Something hidden in big floppy feet.
You sneaky little thing. I very nearly missed you... It's not surprising, you're upside down on the floor. Oh wait... I'm the one that's upside down. But you're still on the floor.
There are days I long to feel, Death's cold fingers around my neck. There are mornings I wake up to, and I take my pulse to check. There are evenings where I lie down, and wish I'd never rise.
18+ even though you'll look anyway asking you not too. You better be happy today Do I look like I'm fucking joking!. Ha. I am...
I like swimming in empty pools. I like speaking with dumb fools. I get off on watching TV shop. I steal chewing gum until I drop. I don't need no damage. At least in this I manage.
You all live your lives. Laughing at the misfortune of others -schadenfreude- Spreading rumours. Spreading muck.. These rumours cause so much pain but I really don't care.
Time to eat munch munch munch. I'm coming to get my ghastly lunch. I've eaten that squishy brain slurped up those spaghetti veins. Warm bloody meat so delicious my hunger is something vicious.
I am the Keeper. I am the Reaper. I am the collector of mortal souls. There is no Heaven, nor Hell... ...just a space on my shelf, for the pride of my collection.
Inky black wings, Smother the page. Destroying it with darkness, Smog released from its cage. Waltzing amongst the words, Turning all things dark. It's too late to call for the morning lark.
He kept them in the chest freezer, he kept them out of sight. He kept them in eternal sleep, where they would never feel the light. He had a tall fridge freezer, in which he kept his food.
Part three The Awakening I'm that hooded figure At the end of your bed I'm the boggy man Understand what I said .