Dead leaves dance in the cold December wind Pale moonlight glows white like her soft tainted skin Murdered dreams of love embraced by the pain Shattered pieces of loveless flesh scattered in the rain
The December wind cries As flakes of dead love fly Across painted orange skies Making love to loves cold lies
Liquid lust and broken love bleeds from cold onyx eyes Flakes of fallen flesh caress this still night December’s cold wind crawls across stale stains of broken love Whispering in the night under a molested sky above
Like a cold funeral kiss Creeps across the morning mist The cold wind crawls across the darkness My cold shell shivers, so loveless
Dew of sadness Reaping death of gladness Never forgetting that bitch of hell Fuck you, you piece of shit Die, bleed, go to hell Sink down into a blood filled pit Meet demise in utter agony Life ruined, so filled with hate Always scared, in fear, in cold…
No help, for nothing to wait… I will release the hold It is time to be free, It is time to see It is time for death… Of that deep, dark sea What can you do now What can you fucking do now I will not go away Defeat me how Never, never will there be a way To defeat my soul I will send you to that blood filled hole You ignorant nothing Never were you something You must rot in your own pool Of evil’s bloodied drool ~ ~ ~ Soaked in loneliness I pity that bitch Wanting homliness~ Strengthening little itch Never, never come to face, The evils of the years Ever, ever reveal in grace The faults and the fears Forever never never be cruel Bath in fakeness’s drool ~ ~ ~ Fuck you, sink to your knees and beg for mercy I want to hear that piercing, desperate scream Rushing away form your mouth of heresy How is it now, how does it seem The anger has changed me into a monarch That will rule above what will happen upon the sickening dream The dream of life, for reality seems to be the hierarch Of all rain…epoch…essence… ~ ~ ~ Let go the breath…~silence ~ ~ ~ It is time for death…~silence ~ ~ ~ ~Bitch~
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