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~
Heheheheheeh..I was looking through my files...And I ran across this poem....in honor of catacombs, I thought I would send it to you ....enjoy!!
Innocence Lost
Gentle soul, corruption fouling tattered borders--- No longer soaring---earthbound sadness, woeful dark disorder. Vicious soul-eater, staining purity's heart--- Awful imaginings---bastions of innocence shaken, breaking apart...
Evil changeling transplanted, virgin soul cruelly enchanted--- Seed of black destiny, savagely implanted. Pristine womb impregnated, by such filthy desire--- Reluctantly providing the nourishment required.
Ceaseless chanting accompanies unspeakable potions--- Abused tissues annointed with unsavory lotions... Feverish dreaming endured, pathetic moaning acceptance--- Attended only by unholy birthing assistants.
Suddenly awake, mouthing desperate screams--- Frantic writhing inside her, much worse than the dreams... Abject horror embraced, she is suddenly aware--- Mortal existance's bane, is the fruit that she bears.
Sinew stretching, muscles burning with strain--- Abomination screaming---borne into humanity's world once again. Stinking ejaculate, heralds prophecy's foretelling--- Staining birth-bed and mother, somehow compelling...
Ancient evil incarnate, infant body contains--- Juggernaut charged with destruction---resultant carnage...all that remains. Birth-mother mortally wounded, gnashing her teeth--- Searching remembered ocassions---seeking succor, any meager relief.
Lost in happier remembrance, at first she denies--- Shrieking pain---awful changeling, savagely biting her thighs... Birthing attendants ecstatic, watching with pride--- New-born Lord of the Flies---consumes tasty bits from inside.
You can see her there Staring at her man You see all the love and care All she does is all she can
To make him content and to smile And when it happens, it makes it worth her while. You see him sitting on that bed The cigarette burning between his fingers His hand holding his head
The open beer bottle on the table The only thing that makes him comfortable Such a lonely day for a lonely man He sits there trying to think of a plan How to make his life better
"Why do you love me?" he asks her. "Why are you with me?" Oh dear. There he goes. Doing it all again. She sits on her couch, the phone to her ear She may not see his drunken state, but she can still hear.
"I have told you before," she says, "if we must come to an end I wish for us to be friends." As the angel begins to hear this, he begins to cry The man tells her he does not wish to be her friend You can see the hurt in her eys as she wonders why.
How can one love so much and feel such pain? She lies in bed as tears fall as if rain. You can see she cares, you can see the love Can other angels see so high above?
Through the sadness, she feels confused The poor child feels so used and abused. He sits on the floor, the music blaring He's so tired of being alone, his anger flaring
"No one knows, no one understands," he says. As he feels the alcohol burning his throat, he puffs out smoke His anger, pain, sadness intensifies He feels he's about to choke.
Tears falls down the angel's cheek As he watches the man reach for his phone She sees his name and wishes to be left alone But she answers anyway; he needs to hear another voice
She didn't have to answer, the angel thinks, but she's made the choice "I love you," he says to her. "I love you so much." "I love you too," she whispers Though in his drunken state, the mans yearns for his woman's touch.
A new day, the sun is shining A man with a hangover, it can be blinding He calls again to hear his love She answers, knowing she must be supportive
The angel watches as she visits her love "The depression is gone," he says For how long? she asks herself He asks her if something is wrong She answers no, trying to remain strong. How much longer will this go on?
The angel asks. The poor child asks the same question. For a lovely girl to go through this is so wrong Does anyone have any suggestion?
He does not want her friendship Only her love How much longer will this remain a relationship? She cries to those above
The angel knows he loves her He knows he hurts her If you know, why don't you improve? He hates the life he's in and wants to move
He wants to bring the relationship to the next step He wants to improve his life As the couple rests in sleep The angel prays for each
Help this man lose the booze Help this woman's strength She loves and hurts with every breath And every day he prays for death
God Have Mercy, grant this man another chance Have something pass him by that he will give it another glance Help this child remain strong To help this man, to help herself Give these people the strength to go along
you said no matter what you loved me but you fuckin lied now im gonna make you wish you commited suicide ill make you scream your bones will break since pain seems to be the theme you will suffer, you will ache ill hang you from your feet over a fire your torture is for sure my greatest desire pierce the cold steel through your burning skin all the rage i feel is coming out from within when im cuttin your flesh in half ill listen to your screams and just laugh take my vice-grips attach em to your tounge pull it way past your lips and just snap the rope from which your hung its what you get for abusing me just know, your pain amuses me your a worthless piece of shit nothing but crud less valuable than my spit choke on your blood i want you to rot cause, your what i really hate i want to tie your neck in a knot and watch you suffocate as i saw into your arm i just listen to you screaming in my ears no one is ever gonna know no one can hear ive cut off all your limbs including those in your pants as your light begins to dim and the room begins to dance i pour salt through all your cuts to hear your final screams i cut you open and spill out your guts so fun this torture seems hoping you dont die so i can continue this suffering and violence but then you let out your last cry and there was only silence
Well, my friend.......It seems another nightmare has crawled out of my imaginings. In sincere hopes that it will give you a shiver or two, I will share it with you......I hope you enjoy !!
Catacombs
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, pregnant evil giving birth... Foretelling's time of lamentation, a time to measure mankind's worth. Virgin womb is clenching / pushing...birthing chaos to this plane... Darkness threatens all that's sacred, angels screaming once again. Panting with her foul endeavor, she feels flesh tearing down below... Feels daemon teeth and claws emerge, feels precious blood begin to flow.
What madness claimed her sanity, was it passion she was seeking? Hot sulphorous breath upon her breast...the evil lies that he was speaking? She knows now that she was deceived, this pain alone is proof of this... Will birthing this abomination, throw wide the gates to hell's abyss? Her fevered thinking interrupted, by mortal ripping deep inside... This daemon still trapped half inside her, clawing at her straining thighs.
With a rush of stinking birth-blood, awful daemon-spawn ejected... His yellow eyes acknowlege that, the two of them are still connected. Taking up the hated cord, the cord that still would bind them... Viciously he rips it from her, placenta now lays close beside him. Cold gaze falls upon his mother, a mirthless smile parts his lips... Watches as the life deserts her, watches blood pool 'round her hips.
Deep in the cavern's catacombs, mother's foolish flesh lays rotting... Dead staring eyes seem so surprised, to see her cold blood clotting.
I just love it!!!!!!! It reminds me of one of the novels about small town america......You need to write more....and SEND me much more....please *hugs*
....enjoy!!
