Something wicked, lurks in the shadows, something twisted, is shaping its hate, something blackened, is what's become of its heart, something evil, is on its tongue, something dark, is taking over me, something final, is about to start.
Fathoms below your reach, they spawn, they grow, building their kingdom, strengthening their army, waiting for the day, when mankind must fall, I see your look, you think I'm mad, lost all that there was to be had, but I tell you this truth, no lies have I ever told, when they come for us, …
You seek judgment, you seek evidence, you bring destruction to the destroyer, you wanna hurt me, you wanna break it, when deep down inside you wanna be me, I'm the cause of your affliction, I'm the holder of your submission, you come at me, you better damn well bring your best game, because I'm not old, …
Make me, she said, make me feel again and it will all be yours. I didn't know what this all was, but it didn't stop me from trying. I started slowly, with a touch, a caress. She didn't even fake interest, next I kissed her softly, she showed no signs of temptation, then I pulled the …
Blades of glass, piercing skin, tearing open, the blood within, escaping, flowing, draining from its source, which pumps repeatedly, without remorse, this perfect machine, this body of mine, killing me slowly, its only a matter of time.
Whisperings, words written in blood, broken, spirits above, decaying, rotting pieces of flesh, endings, beginning their dance, slowly building, towards its crescendo, can you feel it? As it thrusts harder against the wall, trying to break through, trying to kill, us all.
A silent moment, bathed in darkness, starving my senses, draining me, killing me, bury me deep, encase me in dirt, making into nothing, let me be free.
Words taken down, placed on pages white, when read form images, and from these images, comes, the nightmares, for I am not gone, I'm only waiting, for the end to begin!
Wishful thinking, dreams floating through the air, flying through the skies, no prayers, no cares, but dreams end, or become nightmares, what is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or just my reality? my reality of me.
Subjected to your lies, blinded by my eyes, disenchanted, no wishes granted, filled with hate, I wanna eradicate, everything you stand for, everything my eyes saw, I'll break you down, I'll remove your crown, I'll bury you deep, in the forever sleep.