A COLD HAND

This world, this world, is growing dark.
Where is the light that brightly shone in this very same place?
This world, this world is not fair,
Sickness is everywhere.
This world has changed, oh has it changed.
I use to laugh I use to smile,
I use to live in bliss,
The world was just one long kiss.
But now death has come to this land,
I can feel the cold chill of its hand.
It tears through the city streets,
Casting its shadow on all that it meets.
It has no remorse,
It knows no pity.
It takes whom it will,
Creeping inside them with a cold chill.

I can their screams in the night,
The desperate, yet futile moans for deliverance of their pain.
They keep me up,
I cannot sleep,
Hearing their pain and wondering will I be death’s next treat?

This world, oh how it has changed.
I wonder, if I die will anyone even remember my name?
Or will it be lost in the hell that life has become?
I dare not hope that I might survive,
For the hand of death reaches far and wide,
From it, I think it would be quite hard to hide.



NEVER TAKE BUT A GLANCE
 
Look at me, what do you see?
A perfect little girl,
In a perfect little world,
Or do you perhaps look within deep in my soul
And see what am I, as none has ever dared
I am smiless, a crown of despair on my brow,
Eternal chains of fear, wrapped about me legs
In a dark, dark, world.
I am the embodiment of angst,
The queen of blood.
You hear my screams, desperate but for not.
I have no soul, no heart of love,
Just a black shrunken thing,
Full of jealousy and lust.
To those of you who take but a glance,
Beware, for you take a chance,
'Tis better, you see to search one's soul,
Rather then one's pretty-upped face.         



BURN

I want to you to burn.
To suffer,
Writhe,
And scream.
I want to carve you apart,
like the way you tore apart my heart.
I want you to perish,
To gurgle and cough,
As you choke on your own wretched blood.
Die.
That is what I want from you.
Die in such indescribable pain,
Your body twitching
Bending,
Into perverse angles.
I want you to lose everything.
Every single thing you hold dear.
I want you to die on your knees before me.
Me, the one you thought you broke.
While look whose broken now.
Burn, you sorry whore.
Burn until your skin peals back.
Burn until your bones are charred and black.
Until your face is as sick and twisted as your heart.
You will burn for your sins.
You will burn for ever having the balls to cross me.
And as Lucifer as my witness you will burn for all eternity.



RIP

Rip,
Tear,
The scarlet blood squirts into the air,
It dances through the empty space.
Smiling blissfully, I watch it splatter,
Onto the sickly pale wall, it's angry red glow.
Beautiful.
Perfect, beyond words.
The tiny red beads slide erratically down the wall.
I laugh,
I giggle in glee,
As my tiny red friends grin back at me.
Splish,
Splosh.
The beads hit then trickle to the floor,
Pooling playfully at my feet.
Oh.
Awe.
The sweetest thing I ever seen,
My chilled white toes meet the bloody pool’s warm
embrace.
Grin.
Sigh.
Pleasure abundant,
My toes wiggle in the red muck,
Making tiny ripples,
As I crave more blood and roughly pierce my nipples.
The blood wells up.
And my soul swells up,
As the red diamonds grace my grotesque and oh so
hideous form.
Rip.
Tear.
Shred.
Is their a better way to die then with the lovely red?

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