Thou Shall BurnClench my soul, go right ahead; ignite your flesh and I shall deem you dead.Thou Shall Burn in Free Verse More Like This
Dance with fire and thou shalt be burned, scorched to deformity with your soul never returned.
Exceed your limits, turn away your falls, shall the trials begin beneath the walls?
Oh yes, they shall, my dearest thing, for your fate will rest within this ebony ring.
Such glory was enthralled into my soul, how you plead for its power, its superiority, its toll.
Though alas you've proven not worthy of it all, hence your death shall be remarkable, forever now you shall fall.
Our Simple TaskWe are deepened by our dark souls, sealed within the bloody and banished scrolls.Our Simple Task in Free Verse More Like This
Damned by the morning and by the light, our eyes lurk gloomily in the path of night.
We whisper tears throughout your sight, paralyzing your intelligence and fear of flight.
Alas flight is what you truly need, hence why your fate is for us to read.
In the air your body is thrown, whisked upon the dead; let your soul hear them moan.
Thrust forth and forgotten by the stain of blood, absorb the monstrosity from within the flood.
Bested by glasses and long dark coat, your flesh reeks a stench; thou shall be thrown in the moat.
Left to freeze and burn from the flames, thou is forevermore forgotten; the end of our games.
MyselfThe jar of tears has fallen to pieces, lost are the memories from within the creases.Myself in Free Verse More Like This
They've all abandoned me, my silent friends, our bonds have withered beyond their ends.
So predictable this scene truly was, the girl who fell from not a single cause.
Twas my own fault, for I banished all help, rotted to pieces within myself.
Though alas a mark has been etched within stones, "My soul lives forever without my bones."
The TaleFingers stitched together by misfortune and still sages, here lies a tale with unopened pages.The Tale in Free Verse More Like This
Few filled with reasoning and joyful endings of rhyme, the majority fall upon stakes and grant their souls to time.
Phrases and fragments cast themselves within the lines, striking out and down the beautiful ones through a connection of ancient signs.
And alas none shall ever read it, this book so dark yet divine, hence I shall take it for myself, thus my soul is an unread rhyme.
The StoriesTo moonlight shards of forever shaded cages, we glance deep within the unspeakable pages.The Stories in Free Verse More Like This
The eyes of blank stories spoken by the lost old, their weak skeletal hands breach the coarse, bloody mold.
So dead and shrill, fear damns beauty's lying words, brainwashing the weaklings, striking down the meek herds.
Endless pages of regret tear the hearts of none before, not a soul could take their power; their existence nevermore.
Alas, these stories shall never prevail, for the readers cannot see them; their timid souls forever fail, not a soul shall ever dream them.
WeWe walk between empty mirrors, gracing those who have foreseen our lives.We in Free Verse More Like This
We slither alongside shadows, banishing newborns from their knives.
Forsaken, our prey shriek, their joyful souls are forevermore meek.
Though, within them lies fear, a fear that we wish to seek.
Their speechless eyes wander aimlessly through our coats of despair and doom, seeing all with blind transparency except a cloud of gloom.
Our knowledge exceeds their beings, their fear is given without a fee.
Thus, always and forever shall we strike them down with glee.
The TakingI steal from those who shake frozen in the darkness, pitied by their insanity and crushed madly by their peers.The Taking in Free Verse More Like This
Ten nights I speak with them, screaming in their blank faces, their responses are wordless; composed of only red tears.
Influenced by the blackened shades who dance within my candlelight, the mortals simply chain themselves to their everlasting fears.
Alas, my doings are never of greediness, never I take from those their time, I only wish for two simple rarities, clouded eyes and tainted years.
The Rockin' B*tch Horror ShowStare into my eyes, sink deep in the colors.The Rockin' B*tch Horror Show in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
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.
My DearestPainfully enslaved before the Shadows Lord, my dearest lost her ebony sword.My Dearest in Free Verse More Like This
Her mind trapped soullessly beneath his eyes, it was given up prior to her demise.
Chained mercilessly to doubts and oblivion's mind, her being ceased to care if it ever became blind.
Turmoil and voices forever ran through her mind, they spoke of the sword and where it had been twined.
Twined of stitched ligaments, and never seen hearts, my darling ran from the dungeon to uncover their parts.
But alas during her journey she was brutally slain, her blood boiled in her eyes, and never found was her brain.
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.My Nocturnal Eyes, They Pierce Your Souls in Free Verse More Like This
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.