Silliness, a fool upon your soul
Love, a rose that doesn’t know
A broken heart that only you could break
Tearful eyes that just couldn't take
Frozen lips that were left unkissed
Wondering who or what could have done this
A syndicate of its burning flame
Liars love, bringing more pain
A dreamers dream, turned cold and black
A wisher wishing, to turn back
Waves of sweetness pour through the air
As the pianist plays his morbid death tune
A hand wiped across as we have begun to swoon
Human existence, bitter to the tongue of a beast
Dieing day, owner to who is carrier of the pain
The village left beyond the wall, can only pray for the light
Dark lord bring me the moon, isolate my body in a bottle of broken dreams
The sorrow of the stars brings a tear to the night
Demons of war fight across the sky, the natural world listening to their
battle cry
Raven gliding through the blood stained night, let out a shrill to awake
everything placed below your wings
Fear for the coming of another day, when the blood will rain heavily on the
solemn village placed over empty graves
The statues in the town will cry tears of crimson, never stopping until the
day ends when things will be quiet and dead once again
The illusion of the barbed black rose awakes from its slumber and tares at
your flesh but you blink and as quickly as it was here, it will once again
become the nights illusion and disappear
The nightmare is real and the pain you can feel, awake in a cold sweat from
a not so sweet sleep the fear is here and night is bright only the sun can
once again bring back the light
Stare away from the world and mourn upon your heart, close your eyes and
wish for the corpse you hide to raise it self back from the dark
Cry the river of eternities to come; the adolescent will only drown upon
broken souls that have dropped from setting suns
Creaking of the floor the footsteps you take, the footsteps you took, the
pounding heart of another the pounding heart of someone so close
The screams of the unsurpassed friend, you placed your hand upon the
opposites end to only draw death upon there disembodied soul, pictures with
markers or crayons can no longer satisfy the hunger for the blood that she
now licks off her hand
It’s the endless cycle of the blackening moon, the deepest shadows that are
no longer your play thing follow you into the barren closet where your
emotions are all put to rest, hidden amongst body and soul
I carve open my chest and pull out my heart, I place it in yours and hope to
hear it beat hope to hear it play the tune of murder once again, I want to
drain you over and over I want to satisfy my murderous calling that I heed
day and night
I am a burden on myself and a hero to the town of the infinite grave I am
the clowns laughter that slowly starts to fade and I am the dull bloodied
razor on the ground I leave myself here till I can pick me up again till I
can once again here the laughter till I can once again be sharp
There’s no place that will ever be found in which the fear will never
return, cower myself and curl into a ball hidden under blankets destiny
brings them here and only they can stop it only I choose to continue it
My soul is a dark one and I hide my tears deep into the night, I hide my
body amongst the others in which it will fight for its life but depression
as my muse, I hope I wish that it would lose
The depression and coldness of the night have now been set free the cause of
the downfall of everyone was one little girl whose murderous soul was
finally cascaded and set free
Don’t wish upon a star nothing can save you cause nothing can kill it but
itself, life is lost and death is found, drop to your knees and dig its
grave cause soon it’ll end but lead it along lead it as though the enemies
now your friend
Fear for your life though, for it will kill one last time before it finally
drops the rope and kicks over the stool
What really was thought to be over has actually just begun when the weak has
become stronger and the living has become dead

 
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