Submissions by Spike (William The Bloody)

Beneath the fires of an unwavering hell
Below the damned an screaming
A man sits on a throne of brimstone and bones.
He is hardly the man one might expect to sit on the throne of death.
In fact, he is but a boy.
A handsome boy with black hair and black eyes that make one think of the depths of Tartarus.
He has a cruel smile with perfect teeth, and skin of ivory.
Do not be fooled by the king of deceit, for he lures the innocent in and makes them lose themselves in his ways.
He is no god. No demon. He is not even a man.
Just a boy.
And all who look...

For tomorrow we shall slay the monsters.
We shall remove their heads from their bodies and drink of their veins.
We shall educate their innocent in the ways of man.
We shall have no regrets.
Any who do shall be slain along side.
They shall hardly notice, for they are to busy fighting amongst themselves.
They slaughtered us for centuries, so we hid.
They slaughter themselves and the world around them.
They are the monsters with their souls and their gods.
We shall spill their blood and grow a new world from it,
Keeping for ourselves the children to have...

Liquid Life. Living Dead.
Soulless evil. Off with her head.
I am the monster. I defy death.

Dying slowly. Put up a fight.
Bleeding quickly. Infecting the bite.
I am a demon. I am the night.

Walk between worlds. Between death and life.
I am not hurt by the point of a knife.
I am the damned. I am a fright.

Sired by insanity in an alleyway.
I died a death that no one knew, everyone looked away.
My body walks, my soul is gone, a heavy price to pay.

I cannot die.
I already am.
I cannot live.
I already...