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#nightdwellers. Demons are chasing me. Yet I'm laying here still. Not trying to escape. Just awaiting the kill. No reason to run. No life to preserve. So I'll lie here in wait.
Once where there was laughter and hope, love and lust. Now lies discarded dreams with twisted hate and bitter fates. I let you in to create a home within me filled with light and joy.
He laughs and screams. My skin tears at the seams. Slather on the lotion. Drink the deadly potion. Trail your fingers on my skin. You commit this terrible sin. Upon my crevices goes your tongue.
The first somber sunday of September,. Was a night I do recall quite well,. And on that night was a frigid murder,. With quiet night pierced by obnoxious nil,. The victim with life escaping his soul,.
Wait, What Is There. Is it a monster in the darkness. I can feel it stare S T O P Do you hear that. It was not just a cat.
Into 1/2 off late valentines candy Into the eyes of the devil himself Into the color of sunrise in Tampa Into the lava that covered Pompeii Into the screams of shattered trust Into the blood of...
I'm gonna take you over. Your body I'll control. You're the puppet I'm the master. And I'm damn good in this role. I'm gonna test your limits. Pull your strings until they snap.
I listen to the silent screams The private dreams and and the violent teams They try to break my will and take thier fill They break at will and make me ill till I wake up still They drill the yells...
His eyes like fire. His mouth set grim. His forehead bold just like his chin. His body covered in a kind of cloak. I knew this man was no laughing joke. He had a sense of power and strength.
#nightdwellers The CATACOMB of my mind meanders through my insanity. Contained within an OSSUARY all sense of any reality.
Innocence in a sad world. A silver streak in a dark cloud. Finding purpose to keep shining. Alone and fighting. The song you hear. Pain, loss and hate. Be sure she is not its singer. Friend or foe.
(Sorry this one's so dark...sometimes that's just where my thoughts take me) In the dark his demons roam He wishes he was all alone He was only just a boy To you he was another toy Now he hides his...
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 Dont you...
There was a perversion in dreams As empty, hollow and shallow as it seems You just run right up to me But this isn't your reality The ghost crowd chatter in the distance They're seeking chaos and...
Oh my sweet surrender I can feel you coming soon In the ticking of my heart beat In the pulsing of the room I can feel you in my skin With each little cut Bleeding gently falling harshly With...
Destruction And anger Despair And distraught Captured And hidden They've killed Every thought. No sense of Community No pain No gain No life in Purgatory Just blood Where you've lain.
Lay before me was a beauty, One who repeatedly tore me apart, Her porcelain skin cracked, As she pulled out her bloody heart.
#nightdwellers #antisuperhero #gotham #villians Black star, black star Let me ride, let me ride you Ohh, yeah Take my hand City of Gotham, Where all of the passions Are sinfully sins City of...
There's a wooden box my mother keeps. On the edge of her old cabinet. I wonder how I'd react to what's inside. If we finally ever met. Paint's been chipped but what's still clear.
In white we remain hidden and in white we pretend That our sins shall stay below Thicker increasingly the snow And where one could see red Now lays all white instead.
The hotel walls are shaking. The bathroom walls are wet. Inside the mind is crippling Let's turn around and not forget.
Kind of a song... Kind of a poem... Enjoy.
Wrote this long ago, but I tweaked it completely. Gave it new beat.
#nightdwellers. He takes me on trip of sorts. Grabs my will and pulls me forth. I am a passenger on a course. For hate and rage and harsh remorse. My hands become his deadly tools.