Submissions by RCRayJr (Robert Ray)

The seven angels have sounded their trumpets
Unleashing death unto mankind
Few will be spared this horrible fate
The holy who bare the sign
Now I have  seen the light and I know the truth
And I hope that I’m on his list
The locusts are coming
With skeletons, armed, to drag you into the abyss
(Chorus)
In due time
You will meet your maker
Look to the sky
For the creator
In due time
You will die
In due time
Due time
(2)
The plague hit the land
and ice turned to sand
The moon fell out of the...

Another Short Horror Story
“The Artist”
by

RCRayJr

The blade lacerated her throat
and blood pours out..
The scream ends in a saturated gargle. Her brown eyes rolled back in her head. Breath leaving her I clinched her blonde hair from behind.
Her weight in my arms under the starlight.
The smell of alcohol and tobacco permeates the damp, cold air.
Into the shadows she’s dragged.
When in the place I chose, I threw her body to the ground. I crouched over her in the blackness of the night. Concealed by dense vegetation behind a...

1)Falling through darkness the evil unfolds
Disfigured demons lunge at your soul
Fall to your death and pray for  dawn
Nightmare awaiting to play you it’s song
(Guitar break)
2) Madman behind you a knife in your back
Running through quicksand
Escape the attack
Drowning and clawing
Gasping for air
Satan impels you down to his lair
(Chorus)
Wake up screamin’
Nightmares poisen a man’s sanity
Were you dreamin’
Or was this something real
Wake up screamin’
Visions of a man’s destiny
Were you dreamin’ ...

Hear my spirit cry out.
In the oceans of memory my soul swims.
I taste the remembrance of life,
Only to drown in the tears of regret.
Oh what pity and despair I share with shadows of forgotten entities of desolation.
For I’m doomed to an eternity of darkness and sadness
and loneliness, and the overwhelming desire to live again.

Song Of The Gypsy
By Robert C. Ray Jr.

1)I feel her blood squirting between my teeth. Bones splintering. The taste of her life force and sound of her screams were intoxicating. As I  sucked she fell limp. Her trachea? Collapsed, and the arousal became so pleasing, so utterly thrilling that I almost choked. I became supercharged with an undeniable energy. The taste, the screams, what does all of this mean? I only lurk in the moonlight. The song of the Gypsy echoes mysteriously in my dreams. I disappeared into the shadows as her soul left her lifeless body. I am evil.
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