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- - - THIS HELL - - -
The voices resound
From venomous tongues
They do speak to me
When the dead slumber
The restless in the night
Delight in the dreaming
Screaming shadows abound
Uncrowned beyond the light
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
I hear you calling
But the room is fucking black
You see me stalling
I'm not coming back
The devils, unbound
Where corpses are hung
In branches of trees
Where vultures hunger
The restless speak their plight
Zeitgeists observe sleeping
Weaving spider diamond
Sermons in the black lights
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
Hey, are you calling
Or is my mind fucking black?
Yes, I am stalling
I'm not coming back
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
Right now or any day of the week
The recently dead constantly speak
Of what is behind the veil
This Hell
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
In this Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
From venomous tongues
They do speak to me
When the dead slumber
The restless in the night
Delight in the dreaming
Screaming shadows abound
Uncrowned beyond the light
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
I hear you calling
But the room is fucking black
You see me stalling
I'm not coming back
The devils, unbound
Where corpses are hung
In branches of trees
Where vultures hunger
The restless speak their plight
Zeitgeists observe sleeping
Weaving spider diamond
Sermons in the black lights
Alcohol and pills have become bleak
So, I sew my eyes for just one wink
Night terrors are right behind my eyes
But I hold on because they are mine
Hey, are you calling
Or is my mind fucking black?
Yes, I am stalling
I'm not coming back
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
Right now or any day of the week
The recently dead constantly speak
Of what is behind the veil
This Hell
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
In this Hell
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 7th Jul 2015
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7th Jul 2015 3:28am
LOVE THIS STANZA ...
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
It would make for a great hook in a song!
BRAVO!
Solid ink!
Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground
It would make for a great hook in a song!
BRAVO!
Solid ink!
7th Jul 2015 3:35am
Anonymous
7th Jul 2015 7:02am
King Hades, IMO, this piece borderlines on heavy metal rap (can't say satanic rap 'cause there's nothing ritualistic going on)...definitely felt the riff. Perhaps I will mosh!...xoxo, Devlin;)
11th Jul 2015 4:49am
7th Jul 2015 9:18am
"So, I sew my eyes for just one wink"
~this one just sticks in the mind..
"Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground"
~perfect everything here..
layer upon layer of dark magicks, enjoyed as always!
be well
~d
~this one just sticks in the mind..
"Sing me a sweet alibi
Disguised as a lullaby
So that I can purify
The spirits underground"
~perfect everything here..
layer upon layer of dark magicks, enjoyed as always!
be well
~d
11th Jul 2015 4:50am
