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The Resurection of my Love (for the tainted love comp)
whispered screams of death i hear you
echoing between the illusion of trees
demanding the call of the forbidden
releasing cry's of a child's unheard agony
from my penetration as i await my hour
the witching hour that is, dawning upon me
prepare for ritual i must
and aline my instruments atop my alter
so that i may chant to heavens hell
and began my most unholy trade
for a life of innocence, to a death of sin
the blood of will and spirit shall spill this eve
the servants forfeit soul
who allowed my deadly deeds to overtake
inside this pleasant weeping willows fury
so that i may fulfill your will
of crucifying a feeble pawn
with the love enfused inside your dagger
i offer thine own crimson wine as a beginning
for just a taste of whats to come
when you arise to greet me from eternal slumber
and prove a drug is only as strong as an addiction
but lust for love is an unshakable requirement
and obsession is born of starvation
my voodoo lady this is for you
the rape sings of the eloquence portrayed in your dance
that once brought many men to their knees
for just a glance of your macabre beauty
so own this wretched body of hers
and once again claim your forsaken name
that's it my love, rise above and beyond
ditch the confines of your earth bound prison
to twist the webs that's been left incomplete
and burn the needs of a lovers unanswered calls
so that the owl no longer watches my fate
and neglects to warn me of my actions true identity
feast on the remains of her spilling organs
and drink the tears my servants provided nourishment
beware the tainted pulsing of my heart
for the maggots that once devoured your flesh
will return for the wench that i have now resurrected
and bring me revenge for the maiden turned hunter
hell can no longer claim your body
because i have brought you back
curse me with the ways of a shadowed tradition
empower me with magic untold from generations
and embrace the existences i have given you
by thrusting into me all your passion, my once forgotten love
echoing between the illusion of trees
demanding the call of the forbidden
releasing cry's of a child's unheard agony
from my penetration as i await my hour
the witching hour that is, dawning upon me
prepare for ritual i must
and aline my instruments atop my alter
so that i may chant to heavens hell
and began my most unholy trade
for a life of innocence, to a death of sin
the blood of will and spirit shall spill this eve
the servants forfeit soul
who allowed my deadly deeds to overtake
inside this pleasant weeping willows fury
so that i may fulfill your will
of crucifying a feeble pawn
with the love enfused inside your dagger
i offer thine own crimson wine as a beginning
for just a taste of whats to come
when you arise to greet me from eternal slumber
and prove a drug is only as strong as an addiction
but lust for love is an unshakable requirement
and obsession is born of starvation
my voodoo lady this is for you
the rape sings of the eloquence portrayed in your dance
that once brought many men to their knees
for just a glance of your macabre beauty
so own this wretched body of hers
and once again claim your forsaken name
that's it my love, rise above and beyond
ditch the confines of your earth bound prison
to twist the webs that's been left incomplete
and burn the needs of a lovers unanswered calls
so that the owl no longer watches my fate
and neglects to warn me of my actions true identity
feast on the remains of her spilling organs
and drink the tears my servants provided nourishment
beware the tainted pulsing of my heart
for the maggots that once devoured your flesh
will return for the wench that i have now resurrected
and bring me revenge for the maiden turned hunter
hell can no longer claim your body
because i have brought you back
curse me with the ways of a shadowed tradition
empower me with magic untold from generations
and embrace the existences i have given you
by thrusting into me all your passion, my once forgotten love
Published 19th Mar 2012
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19th Mar 2012 4:44pm
Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.??? Lost in translation I guess. I will read it a couple more times. For now good write.
20th Mar 2012 3:40am
my idea for the write was a man sacrificing everything he had, including the lives of others, to bring back a lost lover from hell.she taught him how to bring her back with voodoo magic basically. when she returned she wasent the women he had remembered but a monster devouring anything with a pulse. before she turned on him he casted a curse that would send her back to hell unless she would abide to his love. so as the theme goes, twisted love.
