Come With MeCome With MeAs the moon arises from the ocean sea, my soul disappears, won't you come with me?But it seems you're afraid, the dead world isn't bad, there are millions of skeletons and souls at hand.They'd love to meet you, to rip off your flesh, and to lead you to our king who would devour your soul, fresh.You'd become one of us after that painful journey, but dearest you love me, so won't you join me?
The Dead CrowThe dead crow flies across the plentiful white grass.Its decaying wings echo through the broken shards of glass.Glass that was from windows and a shattered heart, one that could never be repaired, nor ever torn apart.The crow glances down but doesn't care, for his soul and heart rest within the air.
The Lonely HouseThe Lonely HouseAcross the plains, lies a lonely house.None ever choose to visit it, not a human nor a mouse.It lies in a grassy field, tattered and torn, the roof tilted over, it's so very forlorn.This house sees the rains, the trees and the stones, but the only inhabitant is now a bag of bones.A once loving owner is deep underground, a plague of silence is the only sound.And soon to think this house shall fall, no, it shall not, for it still remains tall.Taller and prouder than the houses far away, it shall always live to see another day.
Such a Lengthy Venting PieceAn iron-scented red liquid, oozing violently out of your puss-filled skin.It never ceases to stop, it gushes through paper, bandages, and twins.Twins bonded by their bones, tearing each other apart within.Pleading with the devil to release them of this painful hatred, to free them of an eternal bond.A bond so severe it would shatter the windows to the Gods, ones forged of pure souls and happiness.Happiness, such a vile word, it describes a falsity that none can accept or learn.Such pathetic simpletons they are, never comprehending a damned thing, let alone why they're here, or why beauty doesn't come with a ring.Mortals, they sicken me, they must be punished and mauled.Mauled by the very claws that grow within their skin, the claws that tore through their soul once before.But before is in the past, and they must fall beneath me now, beneath the one they tormented and called a "pathetic sow."The agonizing names, the failures and the doubt, their Hell will be paid three times o
NevermoreNevermoreIt seems I've just found you, disgusting worm.Your end shall be here, for it's at last your turn.You left me to rot and to burden your pains, shall we see how it feels to not have control of the reins?Oh yes we shall, for I have joined with death, to annihilate your soul and consume every last breath.Mortal, you've taken far more than your own, you've stolen from myself, your mother, and the throne.I shall strike down your life with my scythe in hand, your skull with bleed and your words be banned.Your organs will shred, your eyes will melt, your intestines implode, and your throat shall smelt.The end is nigh, here begins the gore, your body and soul will exist nevermore.