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Mom could I have some more lunch money
For school today
See I lost mine to a bully
Mom I gona make him pay
See what he dosn't know
Is that here in a few years
I'll have mastered pyrotechnics
And blown him in the air

Isn' life a pain in the butt some times
Why do you have to make things mine
And isn't it funny that you have to let go
Just to make things fine

This is a message
To all of those out there
So you think you can take my lunch money
And vanish in the air
Well i'm trackin you man
I'll get you soon
And if your lucky
You'll only see the moon

Isn't it funny that you have to stay mad
Just to pass through life
Well a wise man once whispered in my ear
That's no way to live your life

Round here in this simiprecious time
Iv'e got a plan that'll make everything all right
Keep takin my lunch money, and you will see
Your body will cease to be

So you say youv'e got it made
Made in the shade
So you say this life would be
Yours for the picking
Hmmmm

King of thorns,
On your throne,
Judging us,
So alone.

With your pain,
You laugh at mine,
So high and mighty,
Regal , fine.

Isolated,
With all your things,
On your throne,
The king of kings

Walking the streets he searches for a thrill,
Listening to the heartbeats, he’s waiting for a kill.
He could have any of them, but he wants one who will be a challenge,
One who takes skill,
One who he can chase make the dead blood in his veins race,
One to seduce , who will later beg for him to take that bite,
He smiles into the night.
He walks past the clubs, and sees party girls and thugs,
Drunkards singing in the pubs, and whores selling themselves from the corner of each street, he licks his lips, just like pieces of meat.
But he hasn’t found her yet, he searches still,tonight is a special night, he wants one who will put up a fight, to succumb to his will.
Because it’s his birthday, and he feels 21 even though many centuries have gone since he turned that age and turned to the night, since he last saw sunlight.
Then he smells her, down a side street, so sweet, she is in some smokey cafe, he can feel the jazz , can taste the beat.
He walks in , sits at the bar, she’s in the back, dressed all in black, a cynical eye on the stage, a book in one hand, the other playing with a loose page. He orders a drink, a bloody mary, send it to that woman, he says with a hundred dollar bill slipped to the barkeep, who’ll keep it from the till.
A moment later, the drink is back,“I don’t drink” says a smoky voice, “but thanks for the thought” next thing he knows, she’s half way across the floor, nearly out the door, but he’s next to her in a beat, he follows her onto the street.
“want to get something to eat?” all he wants is her meat, human food makes him sick, but that’s not the point. He takes her to some fancy joint, dark enough to pretend to eat, and not be caught.
He knows he is attractive, and not many can fight his deadly will, but still, she resists, and makes him beg for every word. While she sips lemonade out of a chilled wine glass,
Hours pass, he wants this night to last, but he’s so hungry, so he decides it’s time,
to get her somewhere alone so he can dine on that fine human wine.
They leave the bar, and head to a hotel, it’s not far.
She smells of innocence, jazz and perfume, soon she’s undressed on the bed in the gloom .He takes her neck, sinking his teeth into that sweet flesh, she tries to scream but like a dream no sound comes out, and he takes and takes till she can take no more, leaving her pale and spent, dying on the floor. He pulls on his clothes, he’s out the door, he feels no remorse, no sadness, no shame, she served her purpose, it was a fun game. He takes to the night, searching for another bite.
He never even knew her name.

From Beyond


Haunting echoes of horrible screams on this cold night

Tingles from moans, groans, and never ending fright

Faint distant cries to ear splitting evil incarnate tones

Rattling chains and creaking of ancient long dead bones


Lost in catacombs corridors ripped right out of time

Caught and held captive, witness to murderous crime

Sleepless dead patrol this night of desperate screams

Confusing reality with thoughts tangled in your dreams


As forces of good and evil fight battles to their death

Uttering their one last gasp with their dieing breath

Horrid illusions so vivid that a mortal may scarcely see

Monstrous misshapen shadows from a dream we can't flee


Tiny tinkling clanks to a heart freezing thunderous roar

Sealed in an eerie tomb as by torch light we're to explore

Haint's screaming insanely making desperate confusion

Searching wildly for an exit lost within this mindless illusion


Baffled and bewildered in the still air thats as cold as ice

Tortured souls burning in this maddening hell paying the price

No mortal knows the words to speak that may just save his heart

In the depths of confusion human conscience gets torn apart

I'm more lost now then ever before

and i wounder if time will stop before i hit the floor

and oppretaunity is knocking but i cant reach the door

and i feel stuck but my mind reach's out 4 more

its times like this when i really feel poor

not in whealth but through control cause all i'm really doing is getting old

and i'm starting to lose soul

but now a days i can just replace it with gold

and i'm starting to slept into the devils hold

cause I've seen nights darker then a lump of coal

Sitting in a low lit room,

We were never close like a bride and groom.

Never had a good time.

Turned out, this was the start of the end of the world.

The light is growing less now.
It's getting dark now.
If only I knew how to deal with this right now.
The walls are closing in fast.
Reminding me of my lonely past.
That nothing I ever had would ever last.
The darkness is always pulling me in.
And every night this is where I have been.
And this is where my nightmare begins.
I close my eyes to hold back the pain.
That is pressing down on my brain.
It hits so hard like a f*cking train.
I think I'm better off just going insane.
Because here in this darkness it's always black rain.
Soon I will panic I just do it's automatic.
Can't breathe I need a medic.
It's so bad I get a headache.
I think I'll lay down now.
And hopefully I will pass out.
Otherwise I begin to shout. That I have no doubt.
It's getting light now.
The dark is less now.
This is where the night ends.
And it all starts over

Penalty for regrets when young has been a life spent in you Misery
weight of you on me impeded my heart and soul escaping dreary
Since those days I have more than amended yet we still co-exist
when you take hold of one freeing them isn't on the options list

Apparently Misery it's the entire world you literally plan to permeate
the number of victims succumbing to you is at an alarming rate
IF an alleged deity created all things that includes you I'd safely say
maybe he born you to assure his creations happiness be kept at bay

Drugs ingested because of you make life for many some blurry dream
those void of voice are dying to blurt out a loud pleading scream
The deserving mostly avoid you while the good become victims of prey
a disheartening fact never changing no matter how much faithful pray

Sadly there was NO fork in life's road to steer us away from you
like every 'menace to society' you too induce unwarranted blue
Misery you're THE perpetual threat to the hopes of mankind
I've accepted you won't allow me to reestablish peace of mind

You ultimately taught me despite your curse it's feasible to keep going
humans endure you because there is no TRUE altruistic ALL knowing

these words in my head
they swirl and create mist
like water down a flushed bowl
my head's fulla sh#!
seeking, seeking a convo that's real
can't get it at home, can't get it in here
frustrates the soul to be
fearless alone
halfass answers to simple questions
a 'yes' a or 'no'
will do fine, and put a dimple
in this armor
hand-crafted: it's sturdy
it's heavy, grimy
reliably mine
yearning for the soft colors of dusk
to remove this shell,
sleep naked,
and dream of more

Oh, For she stood on the skirt of Eden with a whisper of a snake in her ear. She being the first that was driven from the subdue. Woman of right and wrong, your name has echoed through the rivers that run wild to give life water to the tree of knowledge.

Lilith, knowing the speech of the serpent giving to the coil to mankind, secret slides of words beacon my call to you.

While in the garden of eden she walks among the dry soil and the beating of her heart stood still for a moment. Look at her beauty for lend me your shape, for thou art cold and fire is in my body feeling my passion and desire to want to walk along with you in the garden.

For you have eaten from the tree of knowledge the apple the fruit of forbidden pleasures.