Submissions by eatfat97 (corey locklear)

She bled from her eyes , seeding from the fuel
of belief that I may breathe unto her bathing in a grace
I once stole from heights of a doves wing fickled in a sort
of jaded tears..

More then I claimed she so begged too not suffer as blood
so tempted  the darken chain I wired along each
word she carved out from my pain of her , there I may
rachion her  passion for pain leaving helpless, hopelessly
torn for my cry sheltering my shun once pardon as if i riped age old
quotes from the book of judas to save her name in the breath's
I wasted..
...

Inside I confess that iam listless in rage
ravishing upon a mission of sorrow as if lights
were my alibi for the death of me smelled of
mistaken asipiration in search for a god clued
behind my eyes..

Quivering in madness I call out unto the idol
that iam  wrong for im circled in patches reading heathen
bowel and not break so on
I challenge that inside I feel wasted abstruse and confident
be it I may pray louder then trumpets roaring over sorrow
painting me in shades of pale

As I write a psalm of raging angels dressed in attributes of ...

In masses they call from the temples for  
me to bide into six shades of creations  
laid out along screams inhaled from the crow  
of an wicked fear of passion long from the pain  
 
Where I wake morning from a sleep based in  
nightmares of demons dressed as half bred children  
Addressing hunger from the pain the night painted  
in dark shades of serenity as the church's brunt  
the nameless paragons with hails of a pastor's voice  
blown along the disection of demi-god's. ..  
 
 
There my name begin too  taste...

Come one unto the seeker, for my cascades of blood may
honor a taste of deuce trimmed in Vail of misery
as if the hells have illuminated a fashion of pain , paging forward
the payment of angels wings strung from a crooked halo that I
grant to slave brimstone queer shade of innocence


Need I change the mirrors fold of six penance charm
in a beautiful relay of blackened drums filled with Lucifers
death toll , flesh to bone , from amany carcasses lost souls withering
in stone hands cold and strange as if lingering over fires
hailed...

Outside I find that the day has chafed my illusion with unwillingness
charmed within a hour of hours lost out in a mourning of various kinds
I chased along the will too bleed out what my death seemed to change in the
eyes of my god

My fashion strung along the shrill of cries where angels set too suite a hinge
of control near a Vatican cross of creations demons fit in a attire of wicked voices calmed in a gross of a stigmata I shoved inside a beautifupassing of
Floundering wings I peeled from my shoulders , as an offering unto my knowledge of kings...