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DAMNED BE I
I have seen your shadow in the deepest corner of the night
Positively terrifying and thrilling all the same
I have fed nameless deities godless raptures of decay
Like a lowly wretch before the altar stained by the grave
Once I shambled about as a ravenous Nosferatu
Thrice cursed from the tomb upon the eve of Winter’s bane
Now I sit as a lord on his throne wicked with devilments
As the knowledge of the depths burn with the ravaging flame
I
FEAR
NO
GOD
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
She comes to me in the throes of utter fucking travesty
Longing for a little taste of the red essence of life
Her rose has sat so long in solitude only thorns remain
To prick the skin of any who dare to pluck them from night
Sucking me dry with crimson lips bewitched by the lord of Hell
Nibbling, playfully, with fangs sharper than any knife
Pandæmoniumic phantasies and necorgasmic lust
Become things of legend, seduction in the devil’s eyes
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
Sail away on Stygian waters
And bring the martyr to the slaughter
I will cast away your savior
Like a leper before Gods
There is a vision in the mirror of a man left to die
But I have found the power inside the vasts reaches of pain
The sins of the son echo those of the blinded father
When the creator stumbles across the guilt of his shame
This is why we seek solace as lost creatures that feed at night
To rise above the dogmatic tragedy of His reign
We offer ourselves up, willingly, to find some small meaning
I will pull against the tether and break these fucking chains
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
Sail away on Stygian waters
And bring the martyr to the slaughter
I will cast away your savior
Like a leper before Gods
When you crawl you see
The demon that grieves
He will offer anything
That will make us listen
Seducing, inducing
The sins of the flesh
But I have taken my devil
And mastered it
Positively terrifying and thrilling all the same
I have fed nameless deities godless raptures of decay
Like a lowly wretch before the altar stained by the grave
Once I shambled about as a ravenous Nosferatu
Thrice cursed from the tomb upon the eve of Winter’s bane
Now I sit as a lord on his throne wicked with devilments
As the knowledge of the depths burn with the ravaging flame
I
FEAR
NO
GOD
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
She comes to me in the throes of utter fucking travesty
Longing for a little taste of the red essence of life
Her rose has sat so long in solitude only thorns remain
To prick the skin of any who dare to pluck them from night
Sucking me dry with crimson lips bewitched by the lord of Hell
Nibbling, playfully, with fangs sharper than any knife
Pandæmoniumic phantasies and necorgasmic lust
Become things of legend, seduction in the devil’s eyes
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
Sail away on Stygian waters
And bring the martyr to the slaughter
I will cast away your savior
Like a leper before Gods
There is a vision in the mirror of a man left to die
But I have found the power inside the vasts reaches of pain
The sins of the son echo those of the blinded father
When the creator stumbles across the guilt of his shame
This is why we seek solace as lost creatures that feed at night
To rise above the dogmatic tragedy of His reign
We offer ourselves up, willingly, to find some small meaning
I will pull against the tether and break these fucking chains
DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT
Sail away on Stygian waters
And bring the martyr to the slaughter
I will cast away your savior
Like a leper before Gods
When you crawl you see
The demon that grieves
He will offer anything
That will make us listen
Seducing, inducing
The sins of the flesh
But I have taken my devil
And mastered it
Published 23rd Oct 2017
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Anonymous
23rd Oct 2017 6:41am
"DAMNED I MAY BE
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT "
How refreshing to read the dark side by someone who hooks you in with intelligence and experience. Rather a shit load of gore illconstructed by Poets that have never walked the demons path. Hats off poet.
BUT I’VE PAID THE DEAD
TO SCREAM MY NAME
DEEP INTO THE NIGHT "
How refreshing to read the dark side by someone who hooks you in with intelligence and experience. Rather a shit load of gore illconstructed by Poets that have never walked the demons path. Hats off poet.
23rd Oct 2017 7:04am
thank you. I prefer to write with some intelligence but i write the other way too if you would like... lol
