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.
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.
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.
The Weary SoulsThe Weary Souls
The weary souls, the wretched souls, listen to them speak.
The tales they tell of far and beyond, all stories told to keep.
Hear their whispers of forgotten times, some old and beyond, some new.
Mentioned first, never mentioned last, for they always speak of you.
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.
Fallen You Are, Our Sister.Fallen you are, our sister.
Your golden hair whips and slashes your rotting rosy skin, wishing to have life.
You have betrayed us, both your tainted soul and lustful body.
Dear sister, you have disappointed us in your existence.
We hoped for a better sibling to bless the cursed family, but alas another vile succubus was born.
Oh my dear, we hope you receive all the guilt and suffering you gave us.
All the nights of endless abuse and torture you forced upon your victims and your siblings you will pay for dearly.
Our suffering caused your laughter, how terrifying it was to hear your screeches and howls.
And now dear sister, it is we who will simply laugh at your agony, and hope to never see you again.
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.