Tag: follow me

 Simple words,

time and time again they’re said,

over and over,

until they are not just words,

they are life,

controlling everything,

ruling over all emotions,

nothing is mine anymore,

no thought,

no words,

no deeds,

they are all his,

the one who gave the words to me,

the one,

who cursed.

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 Images not meant to be seen,

penetrate me like pins,

forcing themselves inside me,

underneath my skin,

burrowing their way towards my sin,

my soul,

my everything,

I try to resist,

I lock myself away,

alone,

separated from the darkness I see in all,

the bloodlust I fight,

the urge,

to kill.

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 Seeping through the window,

like wisps of melting snow,

 the demon bitch from hell,

whose come to claim your soul,

to drag that pathetic thing,

down into the bowels of hell,

the price is pittance for what you stole,

for what you fornicated,

you vile piece of rotten meat,

farewell,

goodbye,

you’re fucked!

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 Tender hooks hold us above the narcissistic bastards who slither below,

minions of the greater god,

the devil,

the liar,

the perpetual face of time and land,

the father,

the mother, the slut and the whore,

faces given forgiveness,

faces giving hate,

the insane and the guilty,

the innocent and carefree,

we divided ourselves into groups,

numbers,

a society,

like apples on a tree,

and then the beasts come forth,

picking random targets,

left and right,

we give it a name,

a holy cross,

we call it humanity,

turning something beautiful,

into our country.

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Come to me it said,

the demon beneath my bed,

let me show you what darkness I have hidden inside,

then together we will join,

together we will spill the blood of the innocent,

together we will bathe in their innards,

together we will share immortality,

as if it was nothing,

as if it was common place.

Come to me it said,

the demon beneath my bed,

come to me and see,

that no one,

ever,

is truly free,

of me.

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 Passing light,

fading star,

glowing embers,

that was my heart,

distance breaks,

the tides of time,

goblets full,

the blood is mine,

the clues all point,

to the killers knife,

with prints aplenty,

most of them mine,

the intent was simple,

the perfect plan,

the perfect riddle,

wrapped in the darkness,

for all to see,

staged for an audience,

dressed up for a show,

the answer was hidden in plain sight,

for my killer was me.

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 See me smile,

my teeth,

shine in the darkness of your being,

I am unlike anything,

I am more,

be ready,

be prepared,

sin negates sin,

blood washes over blood,

bleed for me,

wash it away,

cleanse my sin,

feed my soul,

renew my forever,

as your tomorrow,

will never come.

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 Simplistic days,

darker nights,

my life seems full,

and empty,

what waits around the corner,

what lurks in the shadows of ones mind,

twisted,

distorted,

time is no friend,

you hunt,

you stalk,

you whisper,

you stand,

breathe me in,

and I’ll burn you,

from the inside..:

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 Wishful thinking,

seeded with hate,

my sins,

my mistakes,

played before me,

played for all to see,

bitterness grows,

which cannot be sedated,

I want my vengeance,

the guilty,

the innocent,

all,

and none,

forever,

and a day,

what is mine,

is mine,

what is yours,

is what I’ll repay,

in rivers of blood,

in seas of red,

so come my child,

come my one,

it’s your turn to shed.

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Pass from one side to the other,

across the endless sea of space,

the vast emptiness,

that is between me,

and you,

but I do not fear it,

I do not shy away,

I fight,

forward,

pushing back that which tries to stop me in my tracks,

I am determined,

I am resolved,

nothing is without,

nothing is within,

blood,

sweat,

shit and tears,

I’ll shed them,

I’ll spill them,

I’ll bathe in it all,

and in the end,

when the night comes for you,

I’ll be waiting,

I’ll be watching,

I’ll be,

you.

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It was darkness,

it was void of light,

I felt it,

I touched the space in between,

and was then pulled back,

to this place,

this place of feeling,

of pain,

I wanted to go back,

I needed to,

but they kept me alive,

on machines,

doing what they thought was right,

when I all I wanted,

was for them to let me die.

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 Filtered through dirty rags,

it seeping through the finely woven cloth,

you push them in deeper,

you press them against it harder,

the fear now realized,

and the panic takes hold,

as the coldness,

the numbness,

slowly spreads,

he smiles,

 forcing your eyes to meet his,

as the life drains from your body,

and he breathes in,

your last breath.

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Wide awake,

as the darkness comes down,

like a demon on high,

stripping skin,

snapping bone,

sucking marrow from its home,

that thing,

that beast,

it calls my name,

it’s voice like razor-sharp claws against my soul,

I cower,

I hide,

I’d run if it would help,

and believe me I’ve tried,

but every time,

it finds me again,

and drags me back down,

until the daylight comes again,

and I start my race against the night,

surviving until the last,

rays of light,

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 Tiredness suffocates creative growth,

resenting who I am,

what I have become,

tomorrow,

it always is,

tomorrow,

a promise,

a lie,

now without tomorrow,

now without distraction,

tomorrow is today,

face my lies,

face my fears,

face my dreams,

and make them,

true…

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Fear is the darkness within,

that cold spot,

next to your heart,

with each missed beat,

you step closer,

with each failed breath,

you grow colder,

feel it?

Your life slipping through your fingers,

the puddle grows wider,

deeper,

darker,

the blade,

drops from your weakened hands,

was it worth the fight?

Did you,

make your mark?

Or,

is this,

your escape,

your greatest artistic endeavor…

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 React to the darkness,

feel it take hold,

seeping in through the skin,

twisting,

turning,

possessing,

do you feel it?

The change,

it’s exhilarating,

as you become,

like me,

like them,

rise creature,

embrace your now,

for that thing you were before,

and those you loved,

are bitter memories,

lost in the darkness of forever,

but believe me,

when you’re draining all from those you loved,

it’s better off that you,

are no longer you.

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Ash,

smoldering waste,

what once was,

a reflection in the mirror,

a nightmare breaking forth through ones shattered mind,

the darkness waiting to envelope all that is left,

all that could be,

within a broken frame,

sits the image of sanity,

lost in fragmented,

repulsive,

dead shadows of the past,

as a storm rises,

to obliterate reality.  

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 You fantastic bastard,

you fooled them all,

you played the game,

you played to win,

twisting bullshit to your whim,

betrayed but not beaten,

framed but not caught,

the further down the rabbit hole,

the more it fucking hurt,

like a patchwork fairy tale,

the sinner was finally thrown in a hole dug in dirt,

come to me my wicked darkness,

let me feel your touch,

because it’s not from what you see emerge you should fear,

but from what hides waiting,

on the other side of life.

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 Suffocating my everything,

where am I,

where have I been,

lost,

bewildered,

bemused,

a multitude of feelings,

but none of them mine,

a chance to live they say,

or is it a chance to die free?

Whatever the cause,

whatever the maybes,

tonight it ends,

or,

does it finally begin?       

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