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Lay there in your petrified state, your expression taunts me, I know you love to hate, I may give you a small piece, your poor frustration, I may assist you with your release, You'll enjoy my...
There is a fella called Fred He has a big round head He wears a red flower See him and cower For it'll only mean that you're dead He came for the girl with red hair Fred calmly led her to where The...
Cat women, in your dark suit of night, why do you pretend to be in the light. You don't really want to fight, all this for a fallen knight.
What goes on in this darkened house Built beyond the graveyard gates. Evil, torture and lost souls A playground for where they all go. A house beyond the fear and yells.
I've built our house of horrors its murder perfect, to serve a purpose, I think we're hated, well that's okay we'll leave our victims sedated, they asked for this it was fated, look at the house of...
I look in the mirror; I see my life. I glance at my hand; There is a knife. Should I do it. The pain won't last. Maybe I won't feel it; If I do it fast.
A four-fingered print has been left in the mud, A marker for guilt and a promise of blood. Late was the hour when the lacking man left, Forsaking his loved ones and regretting his theft.
I walk in the light Radiating the glow A thousand bright suns Shine out from my soul But the darkness ever lingers... Reaching out with blood stained fingers...
I'm a black Rose with a stem of barbed wire, Ridiculing me just adds poisonous fuel to the fire, I may walk my path alone, but I'm still etched deep in your bones, Laugh all you want I'm infecting...
Always in the back of my mind: You Are Something A k in ... To sin. A.
Its supposed to be the light to which I am attracted, But I just can't help myself being dragged into the blackness. It's attractive, it really messes with my brain.
Bees nest in the gutter Living through a marriage Your pretty coat lapels Symbolic of past damage Buttoned down and curative Blessed uneasy peace Insects under plaster raspberries conjure...
Close your eyes, Sweet dreams I wish for you. My shadow upon you constantly, I'm your guardian angel too. I want to be your everything. I'll replace your father, mother, God.
In dark stone hallways I linger; hidden. Only the shadows you see. A ghost, a spirit, An apparition, Is all that I am to thee. A morbid plot Of execution Swirling about deep inside.
*warning ranting content* Not human. No soul. I'll devour you up whole. Not there. You sure. Then what are you doing that for. Goosebumps. Those chills. Thats me giving those thrills, Don't care.
I like things of a twisted manner. I spend time plotting... Yes i'm a planner. I love the thought of blood & guts. Smell of burnt flesh drives me nuts. Somthing isn't missing from my brain.
Braided rope, you sing to me. You know that I can't cope and only you hear my quiet plea. The time has come, to make a stand. Hear the deathly drum, I am at your command.
Let's go down to the concrete jungle today, There's so much to see and so many games to play, Ever played shot em' up. Shoot drugs, shoot thugs, Might even find someone to mug.
Meet me at The Meddler's Gate Beneath the midnight flame. At long, long last we shall be one, Together once again. While wedding vows we did not take Follow them anyway.
I walk amid the lamplight. Of these quiet city streets. I'll politely tip my hat. To strangers that I meet. But I only search for food. The liquid that I need. To purge the darkest lust.
12pm the witches hour, so come out here to play my dear, watch me hover so near, oh the taste of those delicate tears, My cauldron bubbles and steams up today, I'm not sorry this is the only way.
Galloping nervously down the forgotten path, The knights and their steed readied themselves for the wrath, Of the demon that guarded the cliff path ahead, The one that planned for mankind to be dead.
Why do you stare at me stranger. Do I offend you Is it the way I walk Or the way I do my hair. Why do you stare at me stranger. Is it the way I talk The way I dress Do I confuse you.
This is my death. It's obvious From the moment His thumbs press Gently into the hollows Of my throat. First there's panic; I can't shift his iron grip. I want to breathe But can't. I punch and kick.