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AMITY


She waits wrapped in red velvet of her obsidian coffin
The frigid princess aching for my kiss in those old Grim fairy tales
I will be your night in the blackest knightmare armor
Riding forth on my fell beast of winter’s coming Hell
 
Her castle vein in a wasted strain withered from heroin pricks
Behold scriptures on her flesh written for horrifica flicks
 
Casting the spotlight from high above Heaven’s tarnished dome
Observing the scars of God laid bare beneath her wretched moon
She smirks even in death at the plight of her enemy
Seduction to the blight where his old forest was hewn
 
Spitefully
 
Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
Beautifully
 
The crime is captured on Blu-Ray high def 3D DVD
With spoken word death screeched by the devil for commentary
A masterpiece of art decor of bloody spattered walls
Of two hearts dead as one entwined in the mortuary
 
Her castle vain in a mirror possessed by apparition quills
Dipped in poison to tattoo the ink on my skin claiming my cheap kills
 
Last night sacrifices for Amity laid upon her altar
The lifeless prostitute, the righteous holy and unborn child
Chained to the walls of the circle to the damned and dying
Amity demands the blood freshly spilt and defiled
 
Cruelly
 
Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
Sadistically
 
I am addicted to her violence
Even from beyond the grave
Her cold embrace arouses desire
The fire, the fire
Consumes the loathsome knave
 
As we lay together forever set in for a restless sleep
Last night’s festivities still so fresh within our deranged minds
I want one more kiss but instead she takes my fingertip
And sucks the gore from it, so sweetly, to let me know she’s mine
 
The sky erupts with the thunder of a thousand murdered crows
Her castle mania servants herald forth our demented show
 
Once more into the fray to bring the beast unto our banquet
To devour the flesh of the innocent to old god’s delight
Peel the meat from the bone and shore up the River Styx
Collect the dead, forevermore, and toast Stygian Night
 
My lovely
 
 Her lover, her jailer, her killer
She drove the stake into my heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
My affection for Amity
Is like nothing you’ve ever seen
I succumb to her madness
As if it were my own
The infection of Amity
Is like nothing that’s ever been
I succumb to the darkness
Just to make it my own
 
My savior, my martyr, my devil
I drove the stake into her heart
Confidant, liberant, deviant
Rot together ‘til death do us part
 
For Amity  
 
 
(c) 2017 Frank Green
 
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