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Such heartless creatures, who learn to lie.
They do not care if you happen to die.
Only focusing on what they like best, they either forget or shun the rest.
They disgust us, they do, with their pathetic souls.
As a matter of fact their souls have left, and all that remains is a simple brain.
A brain that allows them to simply stain.
Stain the planets who were deemed sane.
Alas, the race shall hopefully fall, for nothing lasts forever, nothing at all.
2P! England: Why Hello There, Love2P! England: Why Hello There Love
Well, what do we have here, a lovely creature with such delicate fair skin, how beautiful you are in the pale moonlight. Oh, don't be frightened now, all I want to do is hear you scream and see your blood drip down your neck, slowly. Please stay where you are, I don't want to make any more slices in your skin than I have to, after all, you are quite gorgeous. Oh, what's this? A plead for forgiveness? So sorry love, but too many have have tried that. I ended up stuffing them through shredders, which I don't think you deserve. You deserve a slow and beautiful death, one beginning with small slices on your skin, and ending with a stab in your throat, followed by a crimson kiss. Or maybe I'm just lying to you, it all depends on your decision, either stop moving, or have me tear your soul apart.
FarewellCrackle, crackle, watch my bones break.
Watch my eyes melt, and heart slowly shake.
See my skin peel from my face, for now begins the endless race.
The race with death, the one I won't win.
For I am too weak, too brittle and thin.
Say farewell for me, to no one I ask.
Except for the one behind the mask.
Bestowed Upon Me a CurseBestowed upon me, a curse, yes.
One told of pure blood and a simple white dress.
It is my fault, yes indeed, for I am the one who made her soul bleed.
I sliced and drove my knife in her skin, for it was her fault she begged for one night of sin.
We did not wed for that sort of game, we wed for our love and money, plus fame.
Alas, I'll never regret using that knife, for she was a succubus, not my wife.
My Dearest, My DearestMy Dearest, My Dearest
My dearest, my dearest, how fair you are. With your silky white skin, and hair dark as tar. Every morning you come out and sing, you voice howls and calls for a ring. A ring, fashioned of an angel's skin, swirled together and formed by sin. The stone, composed of a vampire's blood, must be three centimeters wide, otherwise it's a dud. The ring is lost, for it cursed and dead. The only wearer had lost her head. She was a dark queen who ruled lands with the dead, but alas they betrayed her and severed her head.
How sad, how sad, my beloved still wails. Her body is weak, so bony and frail. The final thing she asks of me is to retrieve the ring, from beneath the sea. In the end I do not care for this wench, I've lied, cheated, and stolen her soul, which is worth more than a bullion of gold. For I am simply greed, with a touch of lust, I am unstoppable, I do what I must. And to all who read this do not be deceived, the human mind is easy for me to achieve.
UnknownCreaking boards, cackling cages, cold-dark waters, and unseen pages.
One simple item binds them all, will you see it or will you fall?
'Tis something cold and harsh like ice, but also nimble and twisted thrice.
Lost within a forgotten home, search for the riddle you consider your own.
And once you find what you honestly need, you'll be able to thoroughly know how to succeed.
Cursed Jewels and Flesh-colored MarblesCursed jewels and flesh-colored marbles, two treasures I have for thee.
The jewels, carved of souls and lost hope, they glimmer for all to see.
The marbles carved of human skin, delicately sealed without, but not in.
They too glimmer, but in other eyes, for they conceal a much more insane surprise.
Open the box dear, let them steal your mental sense, but do not touch them, for they are weary and tense.
Listen to them speak, hear their tales of sorrow, because in the end you'll die on the morrow.
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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