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My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your SoulsMy nocturnal eyes of sleepless nights, quite perplexing yet never obscene, sink far into your heartless soul, ceasing the life of your endless dream.
Their blackened hues of misty cold, travel far and motionlessly deep, they plague the souls you hold and love, the ones you dearly keep.
For it was you and your doings of naught, confrontation and pure insanity, that doomed the weaklings to your palms, what an immense case of inhumanity.
Trapped within your grasp of hateful natures, they plead with me to leave, alas I shall free them never again, for it was their fault of capture, their greed.
HellDance with the soulless bleeding needles, and thou shall discover a clear way into Hell.
To damnations elegant and skulls of blackness, a door to beyond the wishing well.
Eternities of bloodied fire streaming across the ancient skies, seconds with pain and separation of organs, thou shall lose all except your lies.
To voids of panicked tears, to voids of lost exclamation, your patience shall waste here as will your concentration.
Stencils deep of reigning powers, stencils bent of quieted sound, elimination and survival are key; prepare your voice for the coming ground.
Stellar ImmortalityStellar immortality, such a painful and taxing thing, made of bloody diamonds and extremism born from within a demon's ring.
Encased are the voices of lucidity, so very controlling and without love, the unlucky holder shall experience death, before their eyes and forever above.
As said by the candlewolf, from many years past and lost, "The holder of death shall remove the stages; press their faces towards the frost."
And this is why, dear children, thou shan't wish to live forever; dance with death for a peaceful moment, and ask yourself if you're clever.
UsOur unearthly presence brings death upon three; absence, forgiveness, and the privilege to see.
Toward them we soar, never a feeling of disgrace, abusing their mortal talents and putting them into place.
Such tormentors we are, without emotions of love, we banish them to the voids with the shadows above.
Alas, 'tis our doings that are deemed "filthy" and "obscene;" we are banished and chained to nevermore be seen.
The DilemmaTake the bloody to the castle, lock them up all nice-and-tight.
The clock bellows twelve on the moonlight gaze, we shake the windows and run with fright.
Down the stairs and around the torches, through the mirrors and behind the books.
Towards the bell tower in the eastern wing, we sneak in the night like lifeless crooks.
We race to our mother, up high in the chamber, she waits for us to consume her mind.
To free her of the price of seduction, to leave her soul and past behind.
Alas, tis not us who can do such a thing; we shall ask the God of Death.
We pray he will answer and return to our dilemma, to put out the flame with a single breath.
The CartDown the empty roads and greyish fields, travels a cart of wares, unwanted and dead.
With its darkened body and rusted wheels, it screeches for love, never blinded nor fed.
Jars fill its sides, trapping children and chimeras; they remain motionless in the hands of stealth.
Alas, not a hand from afar dares to touch them, never poor and filthy, never spotless with wealth.
EnoughI'm so very tired of your brainless children, writhing in their own spit and dirt, clogging the blind from attempting to see, attempting to see the meaning of "hurt."
As if serenity left the home of elegance; such turmoil has fallen upon me.
Unseen within the fog of elimination, your soul has ceased within thee.
Protected, nay, thou is not, from the deathly whispers and your everlasting naught.
For I am darkness without a rhyme, without forgiveness and sparing of time.
A PoemSo many issues from this place, the plaster melted from my face.
A smile that was once gleaming bright has shriveled into a scream of night.
A scream that whispers the blinded lies, the ones that were forced into my eyes.
To conceal my knowledge of future events, it was placed as a guard from my innocence.
And here I lie, within the trails, trapped beneath this train's very rails.
Clinging on to the darkest ways, never seen and never phased.
Forevermore I shall remain at last, stuck between dimensions, mostly in the past.
Hoping that one day I shall redeem, the wrongs that they've done to blind the seam.
The Rockin' B*tch Horror ShowStare into my eyes, sink deep in the colors.
Watch all the creatures kill and pass you by.
Psychedelic clowns from a black and white nation, you'd best watch yourself if you wish to survive.
Welcome to~ the Rockin' B*tch Horror Show.
Take a glance at our dames from every corner and size.
Come sit down and let your emotions flow through you, I guarantee sweetheart, it's all a surprise.
Empty your worries in the self-sufficient funhouse; melt your face off with knives of every size.
Shoot a few hearts roaming far in the dunk tank, release your dead strength and pop open your eyes.
And please have a drink, my voice shall prepare it for you, just strap yourself dead and let's enter your mind.
So please lie here in the caverns of dead circles, cotton candy is made here, from pure and clean lies.
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