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Through my eyesI won't stop until I'm inside you,
I won't cease until this silver blade tastes your scarlet essence of which it hungers
Until its beauty is shed from the gaping wound of which my finger traces down your chest and along your thigh..
Perhaps now you'll see who I am,
Now you'll hear the lust dripping from my voice,
Your screams fill the room but I hear nothing but the sounds of this lustful night.
You look so scared, but soon you'll see it's not that bad.
When you drink your own life, you'll start to feel better
When I peel that face like an apple and make you unfit to be looked upon,
you'll harmonize with death
Isn't it lovely?
silver beads stain your crimson blood as it pours down your neck
Only to be swallowed and flowing a new path down my throat.
Your hands look so lovely, especially when nailed to the carpet beneath, dyed in our blood.
I move down your body, down to your so neglected feet,
It's a shame for you not to share them
This beautiful knife will sever them qui
HexA nightmarish realm,
completely indulged in smog.
A place in which a night's dream lay represented in curse upon every
dying soul contained in its worthless shell.
Furthering your curiosity, it takes you in its embrace, taking the fears of
your childhood nightmares,
echoes of the past,
and turning them into a screaming reality.
Echoing within its crumbling walls, present the screams and pungent odor of death, soaking into this plane.
Every step taken further triggers spontaneious killing of such innocence.
Vulnerability, bathed in hatred lie the very shattered illusion of a
reflection found within a silver pool of crystalline tears that rain down
from the heavens knowing there is no hope for this race
to which we owe this creation
These ideals of hatred and fear
their own stupidity they shall drown in, as their own creation backfires
Toxicating their world,
and further showing them the meaning of fear.
The consequences of your actions,
All the result of
Mad Tea PartyA simple jester for a king,
I shall do his bidding.
But, truly, I am just a clown.
What harm can be found from a simple entertainer,
But perhaps my jokes are not funny,
Perhaps my music is rough, too sad?
Maybe I play to close
and the strings have now broken?
One by one they split
and the blood is spilled on the throne,
creating not only entertainment for our king,
but for you as well.
But why fear me?
I am but an entertainer,
a will-o-wisp in the light,
a simple clown in the darkness.
Prj. Srs. 7 - DiamanticFriend
Conversing, Growing, Helping
Angel, Sanctuary, Battleground, Kamono
Fighting, Halting, Blackmailed
Prj. Srs. 5 - Name poemJoining with the
Onlookers, she may never
Have the chance to see why
No one believes in her
Nonsensicle lore of
Prj. Srs. 4 - 5 Ws poemThe soon-to-be bride
Stands alone at the edge, bathed in tragic deceit
Only in her mind lie the inspiration of the future timely death for the sake of rebirth
The shadows will be ready as she walks forth into the evil's kiss, wedded
In the name of the fallen she loved.
Prj. Srs. 3 - ACB PoetryDemonic laughter
Piercing angel wings.
Salty Tears to Assiah.
Darkness is demanding.
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