Recreate and ControlFormaldehyde bracelets twined bitterly with dusted cuffs of expected rust; a must to overprotect the masses, for their minds contain our very lust.Twice paid the price our souls have completed, to deplete the credentials from exterior's precision; it maintains the strength we have always needed, one to eliminate the wisdom's decision.To the highest of clouds we stray near subduction, our rays of lied blindness obscure those in the plains; factories of children lay wasted in grounds, here shall begin our wretched games.Birthed before us the acquainted fallen, risen now are the mindless dead; our slaves have at last clearly awakened, let
CannibalWhat a taste which has scarred the very life out of me, and I cannot seem to get such a taste out of myMouth, mushing such hymns only to buzz out and roll back and forth over my tongue, for I am deathlyFrightened my mind has swept into the bitter delusion of darkness, and has made my flesh have theUrge to seek pleasure, which I so do not wish to conquer, I am hungry for the chase such ones shouldHurry and stab out the light, for I am ready to taste the blood and let it run down my chin, cease for yourLife, for I cannot seem to hold this grudge any longer, so please forgive me when I bulge and rip throughYour skin, for it is not wh
Death's HandsGo ahead and peel back my skin, so you can see the pain I have for so long enclosed trickle down fromMy veins, here I lie with such agonizing symptoms, how maddening it is to see me this way, so go aheadAnd build me a bed in the earth, while doing so cover me up with the dark earthen grain, I am merelyParalyzed and here I remain as my blood sinks deep down into the roots, making the earth feel numb,I am blessed with death’s hands, as it takes and devours me with no mercy intact, but how long can youRemain with such a secret, without festering thoughts beginning to go about around your mind, makingYou tower over with guilt&he
The girl in the pondIt was a warm summer night when I found her.Her dress was white with yellow sunflowers,and her auburn hair was spread out around her pale face.It looked like an ever changing halomoving gently in a soft breeze.She had lost a shoeLike CinderellaHer deep, blue eyes stared into heavenand the freckles of her skin drew constellationsagainst the pale background to mirror the stars above.Fish gently nibbled at her fingers and nestled in her hairpaying no heed to her ruby lips which her last breath had left openalmost like an invitation.I looked at herfascinatedI loved her...Thinking it was the least I could donow that she ha
Death WalkEyes closed you can still feel the nightDarkness embraces this loss of sightListen quite closely and you shall findThere is no such thing as silence of mindThoughts wailing in a scream and rollShrieking banshees twirling out of controlOverwhelmed these sounds tear within theeEyes sewn shut by fright and no longer seeLost within this seemingly timeless breathThe path we walk is the path of death
L'Ankou des pluiesLa Mort va, la nuit,Par les chemins creux,Trempés de pluie,Nourrir de vieLe froid appétitDe sa lame.
House Of The DamnedHouse Of The DamnedThe ghost felt forgotten in the house of the damnedSince his wife and child had died in a car crashThe madness and depression had set inHe spent night after night in his officeListening to the voices in his headAnd writing in his journalShort stories, poems and observationsHe thought he had an unique talentA modern day Edgar Allan PoeAfter his death he hoped he would be famousHe sent his poetry to publishersBut always got a negative responseThe alcohol helped ease the painDampened down the negative thoughtsOne night everything fell apartHe played a piece of sad classical musicHe took a few pills and some r
Ode to the SirenShe calls to me with song and my strong heart melts,Like iron cast into the forge,Enthralled by her beauty I come forward,Even though I know,That she only seeks to gorge,Upon my flesh,Staring up into her eyes,I know that smarter guys would despise,My utter weakness to her spell,Gnawing my neck down to the bone,I know that she will drag me into the depths Hell, But it is as if my legs are cast in stone, I do not flee even though I see,Imminent doom approaching,As the reapers come for me,Isn’t it tragic,How I have fallen victim to her magic?----Engraved into the walls of a vacant ship docked within the harbor of Port
No One Can Hear You ScreamSilence prevails, an endless, comfortless silence,which is worse than death,because you remain consciousof how utterly alone you are.All dreams are nightmares that come without sleepwhen you never know if youare awake.Time is without meaning, and you begin to wonderif you still have any existence,even madness dare not tread here,but instead something worse,and yet unnamable, unknowable, the utter loss of self.Denied even the mercy of waiting upon death,when you cannot even be certainof what life is any longer.How easily the mind turns against you,begins to consume itself,and you can no longer trust your own thoughts,
MirrorTake one look at yourself,"What are you?"The figure remains motionless,Clear orbs glaring icy daggers,Mouth curving into a twisted snarl,Hands finally moving at lightning speed,Palms colliding with the fragile barrier."What are you!?"A jagged smirk is painted on the figure,Laughter resonates from within,Sick and disturbing and wicked,Fear begins to invade your mind,As your body trembles along with it.The glass is cracking,Shiny shards scatter across the floor,Crimson liquid oozes out,Soaking into everything."Stop it! That’s enough!"'Only you can stop it,But will you?'The sealed room continues to fill,With no
~Death Poem"One Moon, Many StarsOne Murderer, Many DeathsIf You Wake Up With This Text,You Will Be The Next"
Catching death of coldIt’s cold, COLD, there’s frost and icicles at me bonesFeeling cold, COLD, I stand and face the chill aloneNo sun, no moon, no stars, nothing to tell me what time it isOh it’s cold, it’s COLD, and now my mind’s all gone to frizzWith the arctic at my backdoor, and winter at me frontThe frost and chill be prowling, I can feel it on the huntIcy vines they creeping up my arms, tiny tendrils they unfurlFeeling cold, COLD, winter’s dominating my world.Jack Frost has come to take me, he’s broken into my homeSees my heart be icy cold, yet warm blood beneath my bonesHis winter’s all about me,
The Mask of FreedomCreepy voices sprung from the dark side of Lucy's roomOversized masks on faces appeared from the emptinessJoin us...Its time for you to be relieved from your pain..Morning came, and Lucy awoke from her frightening dreamEvery night, Lucy dreamt of the masked man and his army of masksJust like the night before, Lucy cried to sleepOne day she woke up to the sound of her mother screaming, another fight...In the end she stopped caring, yet she kept cryingNot that she blames herself, but she wants things things back to what they used to be...Things were always bad, you were just too blind. Join us..The tears stopped and one day, the
This is my designWeapon of choice...heartvictim to baremyselfI open up my chestand pull out the organdisplay for all to see.bruised and batteredI want it to be touched.Slowly I diebut wearing a crooked smileI'm fine.It's there for one to taketo accept even as it decaysThis is my design.
Child beneath the flowersLittle child beneath the flowersurge the seeds to grow and take root within youGrow within the flowers childand let me keep you with me always.Each flower is a part of youI smell your scent on every velvet petaland when I touch your leaves and close my eyesI feel your skin beneath my fingertips.Little child beneath the flowerswait for me thereTogether we shall watch the roses grow.
Trade: So Much DoubtI don't want to do it, not now.I have a lot of other stuff keeping me hereI don't want to leave my friendsI have my school to take care ofI don't see how this is best for usand I have much still that makes me regret here.So little time to fix themSo few ways to go about itSo much left to doI felt lost when I first heardI feel lost even nowand I'm nowhere close to ready.On this short notice,with so much to adapt to,plus somebody I care for,will I ever be ready?
Yummy Stones"Leon, put down that hand and come here right this instant," my mother shouted across the room at me, making me drop it with a flinch.I cringed a little at the echo resounding throughout the department store. Like gee, mom, you don't notice how crowded this place is? You're disturbing everyone!Grumbling as I headed over slowly to her, hands stuffed into my pockets, I glared down at my ratty sneakers and then waited for her to point out what she wanted when I arrived."What do you think of this costume? It's called Stone apparently," she said in a contemplative tone.I don't care, mom, I thought with an eye roll. I mean, really? Stone? O
Maybelle with the WolvesIt was gloomy and dark when Maybelle dressed up into her wolverine costume. She was beginning to learn the hard way that you shouldn't change clothes in the dark, even if your feline night vision could see in it. It just didn't help anything, especially since she was rushing on a tight deadline.The zippers at the back were really starting to get on her nerves. No matter how hard she tried, how strongly she pulled, it remained stuck, glued as if fastened to the skin of her small back. Her golden hair wasn't even the problem with it, for it was all short and firm except the bright mane around her head.In exasperation, Maybelle let go of the
Avengers: The Iron Maiden (Tragic V)Steve turned away from the blurry window he had been staring at for the past half hour. If he waited a moment longer, one of them was going to explode, and neither of them blowing was ever a good thing."Mr. Stark," Steve finally said as he glanced across the room to where Tony had been sitting, waiting impatiently."Rogers," Tony replied in almost a monotone. "Are you finally aware of how much time we've wasted? Oh, I'm sure you can wait even longeryou did for more than 70 years. I can't. I'm a busy man.""Tony, I""Oh, it's Tony again now, is it?" he interrupted as his hand lashed out through the air angrily. "Well, cap, I'm
My Tea Peateathe drink's a nixi pleai gotta have my fixwithout its gleei'm all a mix.without you,my dearest tea,i'm a goner gone bluemy drink of chialways on cuei need thee, my sweet pea.tea or pea?why, tea of course.
Tears From Nightmareswhen I dried my eyesand looked at the towelit came away redsoaked in blood like bathwaterwhen I noticedoh how I screamedmy voice echoing backlike I was atop a mountainonly I was in my roomjust woke up like normalbrushed my teeth like usualwashed my face like alwaysapparently my nightmares got me bleeding tears.