Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd December 2014 5:46pm
WINNER
crickstreetking
crickstreetking
From the Darkest Night
the end.
eyes closed
waiting.
ears perked
listening.
her brow twitches
in anticipation.
her imagination
runs away.
she imagines angels and devils
and demons and reapers,
come for her ebony soul.
she cant see her light.
does it exist?
she is the angel, the devil,
the demon, the reaper
and her scythe lays in rest.
she knows angels and devils.
her demons spawn reapers
who guide her hand
letting rubies show.
shes an agel so fallen is now the devil.
darkness inside is the demon she harbors.
while reapers possess her and guide her hand,
collecting another damned soul.
the end.
eyes closed
waiting.
ears perked
listening.
her brow twitches
in anticipation.
her imagination
runs away.
she imagines angels and devils
and demons and reapers,
come for her ebony soul.
she cant see her light.
does it exist?
she is the angel, the devil,
the demon, the reaper
and her scythe lays in rest.
she knows angels and devils.
her demons spawn reapers
who guide her hand
letting rubies show.
shes an agel so fallen is now the devil.
darkness inside is the demon she harbors.
while reapers possess her and guide her hand,
collecting another damned soul.
the end.
"Black prophecy II"
I FEAR NO GOD
I've given the fruit
of my soul ever so willingly
to the dark hands of demons,
and phantoms that scream horror
to all those who see them.
Supernatural forces that drive me,
To the darkest depths,
joining hell's armies.
I'm here for one reason,
Domination, black out all light.
I'm here to deliver you.
All of you.
You have become another soul
collected by this prophecy.
Angels can not save you,
their wings will burn
in this paradise of flames.
Their souls will turn black,
corrupted!
By none other than yours truly.
Hell fire is my instrument-
meant only to envelope you.
And the gods hold no powers to me,
I'm completely rogue!
Scream to my call!
Heed to my words!
Carry the blood
of your foes on your swords!!
This is my army now!
Committing mutiny in hell,
Raping the innocent for
stories to tell!
The black prophecy has risen once more!
You can not stop me,
no god,
no titan.
No demon can strike me,
I have undertaken the dark itself.
I FEAR NO GOD
I've given the fruit
of my soul ever so willingly
to the dark hands of demons,
and phantoms that scream horror
to all those who see them.
Supernatural forces that drive me,
To the darkest depths,
joining hell's armies.
I'm here for one reason,
Domination, black out all light.
I'm here to deliver you.
All of you.
You have become another soul
collected by this prophecy.
Angels can not save you,
their wings will burn
in this paradise of flames.
Their souls will turn black,
corrupted!
By none other than yours truly.
Hell fire is my instrument-
meant only to envelope you.
And the gods hold no powers to me,
I'm completely rogue!
Scream to my call!
Heed to my words!
Carry the blood
of your foes on your swords!!
This is my army now!
Committing mutiny in hell,
Raping the innocent for
stories to tell!
The black prophecy has risen once more!
You can not stop me,
no god,
no titan.
No demon can strike me,
I have undertaken the dark itself.
"Black Prophecy"
I'm wild
Evil, ruthless and sadistic
I heed to no call
And destroy the pro created
I think of only myself
Carelessly slaying the pure
I siege happiness
And crush it in my hands
I was given the gift of destruction
I embrace the dark's cold,
And snuff out the wicked light.
I dream of black skies
And razor blade winds
Spilling and spewing blood
Raping and pillaging the innocent.
Their pain is my pleasure
I have no remorse for their discomfort
It is my destiny to destroy
And serve my purpose in bliss
I'd slay the gods if I could
Watching their blood leak
Upon heaven's floors
Humanity does not exist
It stands to fall
I will fuck death
With my unholy shaft
I fear no living nor dead.
I only wish for life to end.
I'm wild
Evil, ruthless and sadistic
I heed to no call
And destroy the pro created
I think of only myself
Carelessly slaying the pure
I siege happiness
And crush it in my hands
I was given the gift of destruction
I embrace the dark's cold,
And snuff out the wicked light.
I dream of black skies
And razor blade winds
Spilling and spewing blood
Raping and pillaging the innocent.
Their pain is my pleasure
I have no remorse for their discomfort
It is my destiny to destroy
And serve my purpose in bliss
I'd slay the gods if I could
Watching their blood leak
Upon heaven's floors
Humanity does not exist
It stands to fall
I will fuck death
With my unholy shaft
I fear no living nor dead.
I only wish for life to end.
From Darkness to Darkness
he folded her into his heart
as she walked into his emptiness
a fragile beauty that came in
and lighted away his darkness
his smiles promised radiance
as she danced within his vision
touching his days with splendour
and his nights with ardour
he held her fervently
as he traversed his life
full of temptation
'I love my wife...but o baby'
a false step, a false touch
many blunders and carnal wishes
made true by his weaknesses
curtain fell on home bliss
his weakness mirrored into her
her strength grew as his wan
she danced in magenta gowns
bleeding from his infidelities
her tears trailed into the night
fading footsteps leaving
the door slammed and darkness
it seeped into his being again
faint echo of laughter
fragrance on the pillows
cackle in glee in his mind
as swirling darkness seeped in
he missed her figure besides him
her laughter and her gaiety
he missed her air of innocence
he wished her back again
the wind blew by soughing
like a prolonged painful moan
his darkness engulfed him
in his perpetual gloom.
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he folded her into his heart
as she walked into his emptiness
a fragile beauty that came in
and lighted away his darkness
his smiles promised radiance
as she danced within his vision
touching his days with splendour
and his nights with ardour
he held her fervently
as he traversed his life
full of temptation
'I love my wife...but o baby'
a false step, a false touch
many blunders and carnal wishes
made true by his weaknesses
curtain fell on home bliss
his weakness mirrored into her
her strength grew as his wan
she danced in magenta gowns
bleeding from his infidelities
her tears trailed into the night
fading footsteps leaving
the door slammed and darkness
it seeped into his being again
faint echo of laughter
fragrance on the pillows
cackle in glee in his mind
as swirling darkness seeped in
he missed her figure besides him
her laughter and her gaiety
he missed her air of innocence
he wished her back again
the wind blew by soughing
like a prolonged painful moan
his darkness engulfed him
in his perpetual gloom.
http://hd.wallpaperswide.com/thumbs/dark_rainy_day-t2.jpg
All that I am afraid of
I look out through the bars. I've been a prisoner here for as long as I can remember. By day I stare out the bars with thoughts of hope of leaving it all behind, by night theirs nothing but darkness and being chased by the nightmares that haunt my very being. Where am I you ask? Well my mind of course. I can never leave for its a part of me you see. I am a prisoner of my mind. All that I am afraid of is looking back at me through the bars....its me.
- Dark Words, Otherworldly Desires -
My hands are wreathed in the purest darkness,
Mine eyes do blaze with an undying flame.
Often my heart is filled with inhuman sadness,
Sometimes my immortal soul is troubled by pain.
Long has it been, since last I walked in human flesh,
Longer still, it seems, since last I have known peace.
Since the days when the Elysian Springs ran fresh,
In times far more ancient, far more grand, than these!
Now, it seems, I have become but a shadow,
An echo, perhaps, of my former Divine might.
Yet, whenever I return unto the Blessed Meadow,
The immortal spirits are overwhelmed by my Night.
My eternal servants are the black birds of death,
Through them, do I possess a most uncanny sight!
The cold winter winds do carry my very breath,
From beyond the mountains past both field and blight.
Where there is desolation, my kingdom rises strong,
Where the earth splits, the fire glows with my infernal light.
Legions gather daily, to join my endless and powerful throng,
Countless creatures of the Abyss do worship me, as is right.
Upon my throne of ebon stone is where I truly belong,
In the forgotten elder days, my hosts put angels to flight!
Yet, never have my intentions been truly wrong,
For the damnation of the wicked fills my heart with delight.
When the skies are gray, my spirit rides upon the clouds,
Where the soil is become ashen, what corruption may bloom!
Wherever I am present, the mind of man fills with doubts,
For he is too oft loath, to contemplate the nature of his doom.
What grand dreams do fill: his tiny mortal mind…
So easily is his spirit led most wildly and idly astray!
Perhaps mankind’s choices would be of a far wiser kind,
If he thought on all this: upon the rising of each new day.
Human souls are the simplest in darkness, to find,
As willingly they do wander from the truest blessed way.
Never wary, the foolish amongst them render themselves: blind,
Becoming lost forever from the radiance of God or the Fey…
Outside of faerie realms, where beings dwell as none may find;
For it is darkness such beings chose, so in the dark they stay.
I have walked in the glory of Atlantis, so very long ago,
And, indeed, I witnessed the very moment of its’ fall…
Whatever part I played not being given for thee to know,
Not until the hour for such revelations doth call.
I have stood at the side of the Goddess of the deepest Hell,
I have knelt at the feet of the God of Heaven’s spheres.
My kindred are beings both most fair and most fell,
The embodiments: of all the most absolute desires and fears.
Perhaps I am a Fallen Angel; perhaps I am a greater god,
Perhaps I am a spirit that never truly slumbers.
My true bones lay not beneath the cold earthen sod,
Where corruption breeds and feeds in vast numbers.
How time hath schemed to recall me, yet ever in vain!
For my form is formless: and my true name is unspoken.
It is my eternal honor and my eternal shame,
That my titles be countless, my fame forever unbroken!
I am like the forces of nature that cease not,
Though quite beyond nature’s realm do I exist!
My pride doth extend to all that I have ever wrought,
A pride so cunning and seductive that I none may resist.
Perhaps this quality is the one mankind itself has sought,
So greatly so they, such unearthly things, admire…
In this sturdy web, in which even the Divine may oft be caught.
For all hearts are fueled by their own overpowering desire!
My hands are wreathed in the purest darkness,
Mine eyes do blaze with an undying flame.
Often my heart is filled with inhuman sadness,
Sometimes my immortal soul is troubled by pain.
Long has it been, since last I walked in human flesh,
Longer still, it seems, since last I have known peace.
Since the days when the Elysian Springs ran fresh,
In times far more ancient, far more grand, than these!
Now, it seems, I have become but a shadow,
An echo, perhaps, of my former Divine might.
Yet, whenever I return unto the Blessed Meadow,
The immortal spirits are overwhelmed by my Night.
My eternal servants are the black birds of death,
Through them, do I possess a most uncanny sight!
The cold winter winds do carry my very breath,
From beyond the mountains past both field and blight.
Where there is desolation, my kingdom rises strong,
Where the earth splits, the fire glows with my infernal light.
Legions gather daily, to join my endless and powerful throng,
Countless creatures of the Abyss do worship me, as is right.
Upon my throne of ebon stone is where I truly belong,
In the forgotten elder days, my hosts put angels to flight!
Yet, never have my intentions been truly wrong,
For the damnation of the wicked fills my heart with delight.
When the skies are gray, my spirit rides upon the clouds,
Where the soil is become ashen, what corruption may bloom!
Wherever I am present, the mind of man fills with doubts,
For he is too oft loath, to contemplate the nature of his doom.
What grand dreams do fill: his tiny mortal mind…
So easily is his spirit led most wildly and idly astray!
Perhaps mankind’s choices would be of a far wiser kind,
If he thought on all this: upon the rising of each new day.
Human souls are the simplest in darkness, to find,
As willingly they do wander from the truest blessed way.
Never wary, the foolish amongst them render themselves: blind,
Becoming lost forever from the radiance of God or the Fey…
Outside of faerie realms, where beings dwell as none may find;
For it is darkness such beings chose, so in the dark they stay.
I have walked in the glory of Atlantis, so very long ago,
And, indeed, I witnessed the very moment of its’ fall…
Whatever part I played not being given for thee to know,
Not until the hour for such revelations doth call.
I have stood at the side of the Goddess of the deepest Hell,
I have knelt at the feet of the God of Heaven’s spheres.
My kindred are beings both most fair and most fell,
The embodiments: of all the most absolute desires and fears.
Perhaps I am a Fallen Angel; perhaps I am a greater god,
Perhaps I am a spirit that never truly slumbers.
My true bones lay not beneath the cold earthen sod,
Where corruption breeds and feeds in vast numbers.
How time hath schemed to recall me, yet ever in vain!
For my form is formless: and my true name is unspoken.
It is my eternal honor and my eternal shame,
That my titles be countless, my fame forever unbroken!
I am like the forces of nature that cease not,
Though quite beyond nature’s realm do I exist!
My pride doth extend to all that I have ever wrought,
A pride so cunning and seductive that I none may resist.
Perhaps this quality is the one mankind itself has sought,
So greatly so they, such unearthly things, admire…
In this sturdy web, in which even the Divine may oft be caught.
For all hearts are fueled by their own overpowering desire!
- Strange Workings -
An Epic Haiku in Four Parts
Part One: Venom
I have been mocked basely,
By some who were beneath the lowest…
Thinking thoughts of bigoted venom.
They burned my very heart,
Until my blood became venom as well…
So that I became immune!
A serpent, men called me,
In their holy books of dogmatic lies…
I have been spat upon.
My own family proved false,
Judging me as if they were so sinless…
I who saw their sins!
Did I once accuse them?
Their own deeds have so damned them.
Even as they served God!
I am a goddess reborn,
From fire, from fury, from twisted agony!
A crown of horns: mine.
I have oft been betrayed,
Tortured by those who smiled so serenely.
For a cruel God, uncaring!
After their two thousand years,
The hypocrites have had their false reign.
All tyrants fall, ere long!
Part Two: Pride
If in most arrogant pride,
Human words could be honed to edges…
To form into sharp swords!
They would all break asunder,
Upon the altar of their mortal arrogance…
Fleeting as a raven’s flight!
In vast, old yew woods,
Therein lie secrets hid away of old…
By mystic societies: long unknown.
I have walked long there,
In the wild forests of the undead…
Where evil ever yet dwells.
Yet in most civilized domains,
I behold vast evils far more cruel…
Masked by the pious hypocrites.
They know not of truth,
Having twisted it like a soft metal…
Upon the blackest of forges!
My anvil is far stronger,
Upon a pure altar of living brimstone…
Where I forge in secret.
My working is far darker,
Black as can be the raven’s feathers…
Yet there is light within!
Part Three: Rites
The words of the lost,
They shall fade into the old eons…
Whilst mine will yet endure!
For strange is my hour,
When a purer darkness is my cause…
Fury of the faithful fallen.
I work not in hate,
Yet my rage pours forth like flame…
As I fashion my sword.
The sword of: a seraphim,
Living fire, given form by my will…
An extension of my soul!
The sigil waits, glowing red,
Red as blood, yet pure of taint…
Blood from my veins shed.
Dark rites in dark woods,
Begun in a time before this eon…
Now it comes full circle.
The rage given physical form,
By necromantic rites of the elder gods…
Channeled through this fallen angel.
The woods’ shadows all darken,
As the water nearby stirs, from within.
They are coming forth now!
Part Four: Doom
Spirits from beyond the ken,
Of those who dared them to wrath!
They return, for their revenge.
The gates are opened wide,
The old ones stir in deep places…
Stars darken, in distant climes.
Mystics regard the fixed stars,
Whilst the serpents walk in flesh, unseen!
The fleshly masks fall away.
I stand revealed, wings shining,
The hour of blackest sun and moon…
Eclipses the old, weary order.
I bring a new order,
Wherein all shall know a lasting peace!
Born from the dying ashes.
The phoenix rises with me,
We are reborn together, the craft completed.
Illuminating the darkest of domains!
Rage is spent at last,
Swords are beat into plows, tilling soil.
To raise my great garden!
Eden, reborn from the ashes,
The mockers mock no more, long stilled.
Paradise, born from Hell’s heart!
An Epic Haiku in Four Parts
Part One: Venom
I have been mocked basely,
By some who were beneath the lowest…
Thinking thoughts of bigoted venom.
They burned my very heart,
Until my blood became venom as well…
So that I became immune!
A serpent, men called me,
In their holy books of dogmatic lies…
I have been spat upon.
My own family proved false,
Judging me as if they were so sinless…
I who saw their sins!
Did I once accuse them?
Their own deeds have so damned them.
Even as they served God!
I am a goddess reborn,
From fire, from fury, from twisted agony!
A crown of horns: mine.
I have oft been betrayed,
Tortured by those who smiled so serenely.
For a cruel God, uncaring!
After their two thousand years,
The hypocrites have had their false reign.
All tyrants fall, ere long!
Part Two: Pride
If in most arrogant pride,
Human words could be honed to edges…
To form into sharp swords!
They would all break asunder,
Upon the altar of their mortal arrogance…
Fleeting as a raven’s flight!
In vast, old yew woods,
Therein lie secrets hid away of old…
By mystic societies: long unknown.
I have walked long there,
In the wild forests of the undead…
Where evil ever yet dwells.
Yet in most civilized domains,
I behold vast evils far more cruel…
Masked by the pious hypocrites.
They know not of truth,
Having twisted it like a soft metal…
Upon the blackest of forges!
My anvil is far stronger,
Upon a pure altar of living brimstone…
Where I forge in secret.
My working is far darker,
Black as can be the raven’s feathers…
Yet there is light within!
Part Three: Rites
The words of the lost,
They shall fade into the old eons…
Whilst mine will yet endure!
For strange is my hour,
When a purer darkness is my cause…
Fury of the faithful fallen.
I work not in hate,
Yet my rage pours forth like flame…
As I fashion my sword.
The sword of: a seraphim,
Living fire, given form by my will…
An extension of my soul!
The sigil waits, glowing red,
Red as blood, yet pure of taint…
Blood from my veins shed.
Dark rites in dark woods,
Begun in a time before this eon…
Now it comes full circle.
The rage given physical form,
By necromantic rites of the elder gods…
Channeled through this fallen angel.
The woods’ shadows all darken,
As the water nearby stirs, from within.
They are coming forth now!
Part Four: Doom
Spirits from beyond the ken,
Of those who dared them to wrath!
They return, for their revenge.
The gates are opened wide,
The old ones stir in deep places…
Stars darken, in distant climes.
Mystics regard the fixed stars,
Whilst the serpents walk in flesh, unseen!
The fleshly masks fall away.
I stand revealed, wings shining,
The hour of blackest sun and moon…
Eclipses the old, weary order.
I bring a new order,
Wherein all shall know a lasting peace!
Born from the dying ashes.
The phoenix rises with me,
We are reborn together, the craft completed.
Illuminating the darkest of domains!
Rage is spent at last,
Swords are beat into plows, tilling soil.
To raise my great garden!
Eden, reborn from the ashes,
The mockers mock no more, long stilled.
Paradise, born from Hell’s heart!
I felt the wet damp grass against my face. What the fuck was going on? As I struggle to get to my feet, the world around me is spinning. Next to me is a phone but I leave it there. I see the back porch door open and stumble in. On the kitchen floor lays my mothers lifeless body. She's been stab maybe more than 20 times. There's blood everywhere from the floor to the walls. At least she put up a fight. There's pans, bowls everything from the counters. She might have used everything as a weapon. There's still fear in her empty eyes. As I keep going threw the house I see a gun thrown in the living room. I scramble up the stairs with my stomach already in knots knowing what I'm going to find. My brothers' room door is closed and when I open it I see both of them with a single shot to the head at least they died peacefully in there sleep. When I go down the hall and turn the corner I see my dad laying there with three gun shot wounds to the chest. I stop there barely able to breath. Putting my back against the wall I breathy deeply, trying to figure out what happened. I guess maybe a killer came in and killed my brothers and when my parent's heard the gun shots my father came out first . The gun runs out of bullets and my mom got away so the person grabs a knife and kills my mother before she can get away. But why? Why my family? Why am I still alive? Before I sink down to the floor I hear a moaning sound coming from my room. As I enter the room I see her laying there on my bed. She's looking pale. "Babe I think you cut to deep. The bleeding has'nt stoped and it's getting hard to breath. But fuck it, it's ganna be worth it. I dont hear screaming anymore so I'm guessing it's done. We get the house and money. We'll be together forever. But please tell me you called the cops already I don't know how much longer I have. All that's left is for you to cut yourself." I get on the bed and pull her on my lap. I take the knife I haven't even realized I was holding and raise it above with one hard fast strike I stab her in the heart. I see her eye's go wide then blank. I can hear the cops coming and seeing the red and blue. I know they'll be here any minute. I take the knife and slit my wrist. Yeah we'll be together forever.
"There is someone deeper than dark"
Deeper than the flesh
Deeper than dark blood
At depths where even bone feels alone
Where secrets go to remain unknown
Existing between the heart and the light
Trapped beneath the gravity of life
That swollows hope and spits out love
That leaves a twisted sense of direction
Confusing your face with no reflection
Futile attemps to cut through stained wood
To the portal keeping you from womanhood
No virgin blood will lubricate a path love does not illuminate
Far deeper than the swords of molesters penetrate
Deeper, dig deeper to where razors cannot slice
There is somewhere you have always been
Deeper than doctors and poets have seen
In you there is someone waiting to break free
From behind the eyes afraid to see
The shortest distance between here and there
Is the step untaken to nowhere
Through a doorway you're holding the key for
Holding in a past that isn't needed anymore
There is nowhere for the one you lost to run and hide
There is somewhere deeper to release the pain still loose inside
(jj Johnson)
Deeper than the flesh
Deeper than dark blood
At depths where even bone feels alone
Where secrets go to remain unknown
Existing between the heart and the light
Trapped beneath the gravity of life
That swollows hope and spits out love
That leaves a twisted sense of direction
Confusing your face with no reflection
Futile attemps to cut through stained wood
To the portal keeping you from womanhood
No virgin blood will lubricate a path love does not illuminate
Far deeper than the swords of molesters penetrate
Deeper, dig deeper to where razors cannot slice
There is somewhere you have always been
Deeper than doctors and poets have seen
In you there is someone waiting to break free
From behind the eyes afraid to see
The shortest distance between here and there
Is the step untaken to nowhere
Through a doorway you're holding the key for
Holding in a past that isn't needed anymore
There is nowhere for the one you lost to run and hide
There is somewhere deeper to release the pain still loose inside
(jj Johnson)
Anonymous
Don't make me fucking laugh!
Griping feeling in the pit of my stomach, knots so tight it feels like fists,
Eyes that cry unemotional tears, blood that slips from open scars,
Reluctant tongue won't utter the secrets but revolted throat wants to scream down this place..remove yourself from my fucking face,
Listen to me calling, so appalling that your ears no longer hear..so sorry..poor dear,
Terror and pain just a mere child's game me, laughing at the monstrosity you call a life,
Regulating my negative and positives kinda get twisted with your breath over my shoulder...move the fuck over,
I can feel you crawling under my skin..I won't let you in to deep..not you..you're a creep,
I will keep you there for when the time comes to offer you as bait..at the gate, you will be my sacrifice..hmmmm honey? Now doesn't that seem nice?
But for now you're taking up too much room in my dark spaces, these are MINE...move aside,
Sink within yourself, take a knife and cut the ties of life, you know you never really appreciated it anyway,
Always complaining, attacking me from all sides..I laugh so hard coz u didn't think I'd survive, but hey fucker guess what here I am..yes that's right, very much alive,
Back fired interpretations of density floods my veins, fire, earth, water and air...what else could one ever want for...you? How could anyone really want for your offerings? Blessed putrid broken dreams, fatal suffocating screams and a man with no face, surgically removed by my own hands..you know I always made the better plans,
Scrutinise me, analyse me, you ain't never gonna find more than the four directions, this is my protection,
Figure me out? This your biggest doubt, but oh how I love to watch the attempt, giggling with contempt,
Come on! What are u fucking made of?! Get a damn grip coz im sinking baby...so deep and they never saved me, they knew my place here in the dark was what my heart desired, strange pleasure and weird emotion..my sanctuary..you will never join me...
Griping feeling in the pit of my stomach, knots so tight it feels like fists,
Eyes that cry unemotional tears, blood that slips from open scars,
Reluctant tongue won't utter the secrets but revolted throat wants to scream down this place..remove yourself from my fucking face,
Listen to me calling, so appalling that your ears no longer hear..so sorry..poor dear,
Terror and pain just a mere child's game me, laughing at the monstrosity you call a life,
Regulating my negative and positives kinda get twisted with your breath over my shoulder...move the fuck over,
I can feel you crawling under my skin..I won't let you in to deep..not you..you're a creep,
I will keep you there for when the time comes to offer you as bait..at the gate, you will be my sacrifice..hmmmm honey? Now doesn't that seem nice?
But for now you're taking up too much room in my dark spaces, these are MINE...move aside,
Sink within yourself, take a knife and cut the ties of life, you know you never really appreciated it anyway,
Always complaining, attacking me from all sides..I laugh so hard coz u didn't think I'd survive, but hey fucker guess what here I am..yes that's right, very much alive,
Back fired interpretations of density floods my veins, fire, earth, water and air...what else could one ever want for...you? How could anyone really want for your offerings? Blessed putrid broken dreams, fatal suffocating screams and a man with no face, surgically removed by my own hands..you know I always made the better plans,
Scrutinise me, analyse me, you ain't never gonna find more than the four directions, this is my protection,
Figure me out? This your biggest doubt, but oh how I love to watch the attempt, giggling with contempt,
Come on! What are u fucking made of?! Get a damn grip coz im sinking baby...so deep and they never saved me, they knew my place here in the dark was what my heart desired, strange pleasure and weird emotion..my sanctuary..you will never join me...
