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Nightmare This, Nightmare Me
In the comfort of darkness,
I wait in maniacal lust,
my calla of fear
to drown your sanity, in
a sea of paranoia.
This restless vengeance
caged within myself, I seek to dispell.
Carving my victim's names,
on the hollow walls
of my shattered thoughts.
Feel my pain drip,
from dementia's rape with me.
Reload my reasons for this,
with the tolls of my sorrow's whispers
of what you've stolen.
No more dreams of peace,
the limitations of my homicidal desires
breaking free of their chains.
Taste the maim in my magic,
listen well to the symphony of wickedness
playing to my cannbalistic romance
with your flesh.
The embrace of my sanity's ash,
now replaced with a plague of rust,
that decays my brain.
The voice of my conscious, a devouring
demon of deception, free of murder's grasp.
My laughter haunts your prayers,
releasing these tides of madness,
I've kept buried inside of me.
Here's the kiss of poisoned salvation,
I promised you sweetie.
Nightmare this, Nightmare me.
"Your pleads are such a nice story, now
bleed away your life, and return to me
my deprived happiness."
Sincerely,
Darkys Black
I wait in maniacal lust,
my calla of fear
to drown your sanity, in
a sea of paranoia.
This restless vengeance
caged within myself, I seek to dispell.
Carving my victim's names,
on the hollow walls
of my shattered thoughts.
Feel my pain drip,
from dementia's rape with me.
Reload my reasons for this,
with the tolls of my sorrow's whispers
of what you've stolen.
No more dreams of peace,
the limitations of my homicidal desires
breaking free of their chains.
Taste the maim in my magic,
listen well to the symphony of wickedness
playing to my cannbalistic romance
with your flesh.
The embrace of my sanity's ash,
now replaced with a plague of rust,
that decays my brain.
The voice of my conscious, a devouring
demon of deception, free of murder's grasp.
My laughter haunts your prayers,
releasing these tides of madness,
I've kept buried inside of me.
Here's the kiss of poisoned salvation,
I promised you sweetie.
Nightmare this, Nightmare me.
"Your pleads are such a nice story, now
bleed away your life, and return to me
my deprived happiness."
Sincerely,
Darkys Black
Published 16th Nov 2010
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