You all know my name, for those that choose to mouth it
In the brightest calls of fear, misunderstood
With my perfectly rusted tongue, I'm dwelling, hidden amongst the sinners
Devils held and carried upon my back, not a seraph
Heart of an angel without an arch
Who best to rip the wings of the most perfect?
I pull down stars and darken others
Not wishing to repent, all murderers, I lay claim
Conquest flows within my vein, extended
There is murder in my thirst
I slaughter with fury, growing chaotic
Soon the world will learn to fear this name
The howling of the venomous pages unleashes an ending to the precious life
I hiss, the future is now, behold my gift for all
Hell bound and inviting the end
Horns of the unfulfilled, to hold an invisble halo above
I cry out to welcome the final flood
When all waters turn to blood
I claim all flames in tribute, for my own warmth
Nothing is more dangerous than what is held inside
I await my prefected porcelain victim
Hunting the perfectly clean
I can improve the bliss that drips from your pouting lips
Never mind this evil smile that delights and frights
I care for only what lays within your porcelain flesh
I promise to find a god to keep you when I finish
I'll love you, darling, for hours on end
My twisted little plaything, perfect and white lipped
My rules are wailed upon a wall
Let us see who is black as moonlight
The one purpose of none embedded in the dreams of one
Someone to bash and slash across the door and floor
To toy, to rip, to tear, to maim in silence
To mangle, to strangle, to drain, to drown in the shallow puddles
My hands covered in red, turning brown, soon black
The color of life
Ridden veils and polished leather
Strips
Among the amputated and those violated
A perfect muse to burn within my hands
Eyes open, obsessed with the knife, impaled within
I promise to return with another.
I fell much better now......
In the brightest calls of fear, misunderstood
With my perfectly rusted tongue, I'm dwelling, hidden amongst the sinners
Devils held and carried upon my back, not a seraph
Heart of an angel without an arch
Who best to rip the wings of the most perfect?
I pull down stars and darken others
Not wishing to repent, all murderers, I lay claim
Conquest flows within my vein, extended
There is murder in my thirst
I slaughter with fury, growing chaotic
Soon the world will learn to fear this name
The howling of the venomous pages unleashes an ending to the precious life
I hiss, the future is now, behold my gift for all
Hell bound and inviting the end
Horns of the unfulfilled, to hold an invisble halo above
I cry out to welcome the final flood
When all waters turn to blood
I claim all flames in tribute, for my own warmth
Nothing is more dangerous than what is held inside
I await my prefected porcelain victim
Hunting the perfectly clean
I can improve the bliss that drips from your pouting lips
Never mind this evil smile that delights and frights
I care for only what lays within your porcelain flesh
I promise to find a god to keep you when I finish
I'll love you, darling, for hours on end
My twisted little plaything, perfect and white lipped
My rules are wailed upon a wall
Let us see who is black as moonlight
The one purpose of none embedded in the dreams of one
Someone to bash and slash across the door and floor
To toy, to rip, to tear, to maim in silence
To mangle, to strangle, to drain, to drown in the shallow puddles
My hands covered in red, turning brown, soon black
The color of life
Ridden veils and polished leather
Strips
Among the amputated and those violated
A perfect muse to burn within my hands
Eyes open, obsessed with the knife, impaled within
I promise to return with another.
I fell much better now......
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sureality:
So I noticed you dug the last bailey set! If you are interested you can read about behind the scenes info in my Oct. 31st journal entry. So did you notice the burning car? Most people mised it. Its our fun little "plant".
franpire:
10 years. Some moments more than others. this past 2 months have been very heavy. This past week, everyday. It's scary. He wants to stop so bad. I'm losing hope.