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- - - SERENADE THE HELLBOUND - - -
Ashes shifting across barren lands
On hot winds laced with malice
Uncovering skeletons of the damned
Sinner, thriller, stone cold killer
She stays this feeble heart with raven song
Creature picture double feature
From atop discarded piles of bone
She comes to me on all four
Severed from Heaven’s door
Burning hair and a broken halo
Smoking from the pits below
Witchcraft woven in a tomb of webs
Lo, the demon in the glass
Staring back at me with eyes of the dead
Craven, haven unjust graven
A crucifix hangs in dead air reserved
Hunger, thunder witness murder
Uncovered lullabies we deserve
I come to her like a thrall
On bloody knees and all
Burning soul and a broken halo
Smoking from the pits below
I wait for her at the edge of the void
Her serenade reaches me, ghostly
And sends shivers down my spine
To make me feel dead again, mostly
Smother clovers wannabe lovers
If we could just bleed out in the abyss
Spellbound, ghost town gonna be hellbound
We shall share damnation’s kiss
I wanna be
Hellbound
She comes to me on all four
Severed from Heaven’s door
Burning hair and a broken halo
Smoking from the pits below
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 23rd Jun 2016
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23rd Jun 2016 1:18pm
"Witchcraft woven in a tomb of webs
Lo, the demon in the glass
Staring back at me with eyes of the dead"
Darkest Lord you really got down with this wicked inking!!!
forever in darkness Crim
Lo, the demon in the glass
Staring back at me with eyes of the dead"
Darkest Lord you really got down with this wicked inking!!!
forever in darkness Crim
