Night TerrorsDo you see what I seeMore Like This
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see their tear streaked faces
The blood on their bodies?
Do you hear their moans and groans
Their wicked screams and cries for help?
Perhaps this is paranormal
Or perhaps I'm just crazy?
Her reply to my scars“You’ve been to hell and back,”More Like This
she said, as her fingers
traced the civil war grounds
of my shoulders.
“And you’re still here,”
she continued, as her eyes
filled with understanding.
“I don’t see how that makes you crazy,”
with a smile
on her ruby lips.
“I love you,”
was all I could reply,
unsure of this tenderness
concerning my scar covered skin.
“Just don’t cut yourself anymore?”
she asked, right before her mouth met mine.
"I wish you saw what I see in you.”
Tick TockTick TockMore Like This
The old clock has been in the house
Since it was first occupied
Back in 1886
Bought from a shop on Maple Drive,
The price is unknown
It stands in the main corridor
Off the door
Ticking away every night
At the same hour
They claim that the owner found a portal
The last time he had been near the clock
Since that hour and that night
He had been out of sight
But some passers-by claimed they heard him cry
At that hour
In the succeeding year
They claim he cried so clear
"My God, what lies on the other side?!"
Till now the click stands and ticks
Without anyone to see
MURDER OR MERCYDrugged sanityMore Like This
Wept mad laughter
Web of sadness
The killers mind
We reign when she risesMore Like This
When she rises, we reign.
We play under the moonlight.
We shed our skins in the starlight.
We become our trueselves in the dark.
We roam the labyrinths of trees.
We materialize desires buried deep.
We become one with the elements,
the elements of Heaven and Earth.
We are the Supernaturals.
We reign when the moon rises.