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Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
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Inside the Frosted Graveyard, Where souls of past take rest, Thread whispers, shapes and shadows, An unexpected guest.
Graveyard angel, A weather-worn beauty, Deceptively holy, A demon in heaven's clothing, Perched atop a Grey-stone mausoleum, Surveying the realm She stalks, owns, Keeping the dead in...
#halloweenparty. A place of serene beauty. For you and everyone. Admittance here is free. Once you've passed your setting sun. When at last you're ready. A different world awaits.
#HalloweenParty #Graveyards The click as bone scrapes naked bone, Clad only in their rags, Withered corpses, regal once, Yet now reduced to hags.
#halloweenparty. #acorns. Down among the dead. A place I sometimes go. Even though I'm only visiting. And there's no-one here I know. I come here for the solitude. And peace I gain herein.
#halloweenparty Tick... Tick... Tick... The clock strikes upon the thirteenth hour... One.... The devils hour has begun. Two... Hide and seek whilst the devil says boo. Three...
Number thirteen, Unlucky for some, But not for you or me; I met you at 13:13 On the number thirteen bus, Seat M, row thirteen, The fare was Exactly thirteen pounds, Duration; thirteen minutes, To the...
#halloweenparty Thirteen invitations he sends out But only twelve guests ever arrive He's waiting for that special soul Eduardo King his ultimate prize Thirteen is the number on the door Of the...
#halloweenparty It's really just a number Or is it something more.
Gentle temptations. Melodic sensations. Sung in a sigh. Watch time go by. Dulcet selection. Toxic affection. Rythmical purr. Life is a blur. Numbing accords. Hypnotic words. You're now broken pieces.
#halloweenparty. #music. Thriller Michael Jackson - gets them in the door. It is a party after all. She Sells Sanctuary - The Cult. Gets their blood hot, result.
#halloweenparty The party's up and running But what's that bloody row.
#halloweenparty. Skeletons in my closet. Hanging bags of bone. Never far away. I'm never on my own. And they're never quiet. In fact they make a row. So I'll keep the closet closed.
His creations were nearly complete He smiled as he continued singing "The knee bone connects to the thigh bone" Those voices in his crazed head kept ringing The basement was damp and dark Rusted...
Like a macabre dance, Of the living dead, The skeleton walks, Held by an unseen thread, With rattling bones, And shaky head, No skin to hold him in, No organs need fed, Into the night, His evil to...
#HalloweenParty #Blood Every drop is thick. Thick with thoughts unsaid. Every splash of blood. Accompanies the dread. Dread seeps through my pores. It joins the blood in dance. Every slice of skin.
#halloweenparty I turn the tap on Just to watch it pour I need the proof I watch the flow Cascade from my open arm Pain is my only truth.
Last night, the masquerade ball.I felt your touch and wanted it all. Precious face and lips so sweet, little did I know what I would meet.
#halloweenparty. I want your blood. I am bad ass. I'm down and dirty. I ain't got no class. I thirst for it. I want it now. I don't care where. I don't care how. I want your blood. I want to feast.
Twisting halls and bending doors, Moving halls, sinking floors. Endless mazes, pounding heart, Illusions tear your mind apart. Whirling head and racing thoughts, Shaking hands, throat in knots.
#halloweenparty. There once was a lonely cat. It wears a witch's hat. It looked above. The skies with doves. And smiled with mischieve as he sat. This cat was very black. Everything except his back.
The darkness seeps into my skin, Causing nervous havoc within. Is that foot steps I hear behind me. The cloudy night sky, hides, as I turn and see. Running a few steps, and in the shadows I fold.
#halloweenparty Who. What. Why. How. Where to Look now.
#alias #halloweenparty As the scary night draws near, You may have reason to be in fear. For the alias I shall don Is "Overchill" - a fearful one.