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So who are you in wanton state, arrived too early?
perhaps too late?, to herd the clowns and lead them
on, into oblivion, till they are gone.

The noise of silence is shrill and loud, it breaks you
up, not make you proud, arise and take all you are
owed, and claim the fruits of what was sowed.

No man, no shrub, no insect, no tree, can ever
deny what they will be, who knows the future
or what it holds, our destinys revealed as it
unfolds.

... cast a mighty spell,
To bring a demon strait from hell,
Arcane symbols on the floor,
Pentagrams on all the doors,
Performing rituals of strangeness,
Chanting in forgotten language,
Hands weaved a cloud of smoke,
From out of it the horror spoke,
Eyes burning in the blackness,
Through teeth corroded, wicked, jagged,
" Who dares to use the highest magic?",
" Your end will be slow, painful ,tragic...",
The magician struggled to control the beast,
Least wanting to be a feast for
something from the depths beneath,
" My body is weak and I grow old",
" I would give my eternal soul"
" for a thousand years or so..."
Signed in blood, a pact was made,
"I grant you your request in vain,
For a millenia love wont find your face",
The man was aghast and asked with a huff,
"What would life be without love?"
The devil slyly grinned and shrugged,
"You should've made a deal with the god above..."

I embrace the night
it is late at night,
the poetry comes, it flows
like ink through my fingers...

Where does it come from?
maybe from the foggy basement
of my minds eye like the hurricane
blowing and sprouting forth as a volcano...

Could it be verbatim drenched in misery?
or an externalization of inward seeking?
Perhaps a restless soul seeking shelter
from the fury storm of emptiness...

Maybe it's the full moon
or misinterpreted star charts.
I watch Taurus collide with Orion
and wish upon a falling star...

It is way past midnight,
the ghosts they call once more,
perhaps I'll take a drive in my car
while the steering wheel turns like a clock

through my empty hands.
I go home to reach for my pen
and set the grandfather clock back
only to to write all over again...

We enter the darkness alone and afraid. Naked cept our pride but it is put to shame. protectors in dark never to face the light of day again.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

we are the shadows, we have nothing to gain but ourselves. We are nothing to you though we follow you everywhere. You say its all part of the game. What roles do we play.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

We never talk we cannot sleep we just weep over the loss of our souls, wathcing in darkness over eveyone, our past sins have kept us in chains, the light we crave is something we fear. it burns us, destroys us but you never cared.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

We are what nothing is, oh we have name, something that follows you and sometiumnes joins your ganes, But at night when your in bed tightly sleeping your dreams. We blend away into the shadows to keep away your deamons.

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

Oh we are the ones of the shadows. we are the ones who are put to shame. Our lives are meaningless less we have this choice. Either live each day in the light wishing we were never born. Or we can stand tall and proud living in the darkness watching over you

Here I lay awoken from my slumber, at rest for a century or more, exiled from my home, banished from my throne, I feel you’re your heartbeat, the sound of your running footsteps because you sense I am near, I can sense your fear and smell your flesh, for I am a creature of the night.
Don’t panic and don’t resist and don’t put up a fight, I only want a little bite, I have not eaten in a very long time, if you accept me I will make you mine, I think you would be very tasty and divine, I know what you search for, immortal is how you want to feel, I know you think its all in your mind, you think I am not real, but you will know the truth as I leave two puncture marks as my proof, so at night be wary and brave as it is my bite for you I crave. I will quench my thirst, and you will be the first for I am the prince of darkness, a restless soul forever cursed.

making nooses outa' intestines that loosened
executioned watching shotguns watching them
I hate almost the entire english section that has anything to do with poetry except the edgar allen poe ones

The skin fits so perfect, exactly my size
Still warm and moist and so supple
Slowly I pull it on, first the legs
Ever so carefully so as not to damage it

Up over my hips and towards my chest
Slip in my arms and shrug it over my shoulders
Last of all it goes over my head and face
A slight adjustment to correct the fit

Azalia stitches up the openings in the skin
When she and Raul have fitted their skins
I will assist them by stitching them in
It won’t be long we will all be in our new skins

The pleasure I feel as I run my hands over it
It is indescribable, so soft and tender
Only a short while ago they were wearing them
Now they hang there, blood pooling on the floor

They are still alive, they will be for some time yet
It has taken years of practice to become this good
To skin them and still have them alive at the end
I have lost count how many we have skinned

Great care must be taken not to damage the skin
To make the least amount of cuts to remove it
The base of the skull to remove the headpiece
A cut along the spine allows the rest of the skin to part

The screams go right through you, such a pleasure
While Azalia was skinning a few times she fell to the floor
Her pleasure was so great that she was overcome
She has always been a very passionate person

They are no longer screaming, now they just moan
How sad that they are going to be dead soon
If there was only a way I could prolong their agony
How sweet it is, they are being sacrificed for our pleasure

Tonight we will make love in our new skins
We have a few days before the sweet smell of decay
Eventually we will have to remove them as they perish
There comes a point when they are no longer as exciting

Then we will once again begin our hunt through the nights
There are so many alleys and byways where it is dark
It won’t take us long to find new quarry, no-one will miss them
They are all out there, all just for our pleasure

Silence, utter silence, like none before
I can hear my heart beating, thumping
Cutting through this unholy silence
Can even hear my rapid breathing

But what, where, my eyes are wide open
There is only blackness, not the slightest glimmer
I try to move and realise, I am confined
With growing terror I explore my surrounds

A coffin … I … am … in … a … coffin
Panic washed through me, I could barely breathe
How did I get here? What has happened to me?
Desperately I search my memories for answers

The last thing I remember was being on my PC
I was talking to this eleven year old girl
Made arrangement to meet, she thought I was twelve
It is so easy, they always believe my lies

I love them young, they are so pure and unspoilt
It breaks my heart that I have to kill them later
After all they are no longer pure and unspoilt
But I always wrap them and give them a decent burial

I pray over their graves, ask God to care for them
After all, I am no animal, I’m not a monster
I have lost count as to how many boys and girls I’ve loved
More than twenty, of that I am sure, much more

My hand encounters something next to me
It feels like an old fashioned tape player
With trepidation I push the play button
Music gushes forth, it is a funeral dirge

“Welcome,” said the voice, “welcome to my world
You killed my little girl, my reason for living
Once you were sated you callously killed her
Tossed her aside like she no longer mattered.”

Not true, I wanted to scream, I really loved her
I don’t know which one she was, but it was all the same
Everyone I laid into the ground I cried over
I cried for I had lost them, no more could I love them

“You buried her without another thought
My soul, my very being is right there with her
You buried me along with her, alone, forgotten
It was only by accident that she was discovered

How many more? How many others are out there?
It took years to find you, but find you we did
You are now where she was, buried and alone
Don’t worry, you won’t suffocate, you have air

You will live for a long time yet.”
Tears were streaming down my face, tears for me
How could they misunderstand me so badly?
All I ever wanted was love, sweet pure love

Once I loved them they were no longer pure
They were no longer innocent, they had lost that
I had to keep searching to find my pure love
Why is it that they just cannot understand this?

I am buried alive, no way for me to escape
Will I go insane before death releases me from this torment?
Oh God …. PLEASE …. I do not deserve this

I try to understand, why you smiled and held my hand and then took it all away
And you did day after day, what made you hate me that way?
What did I do? I didn’t hate you; in fact the opposite was true!
Tell me please, why did you do what you did to me when I was a kid?

You didn’t just hurt me, it was everyone I came into contact with you see
From that moment on my life was all gone, I want to understand
I became an infection spreading your deception, hurting all that came close
So please tell me, why did you do what you did to me when I was a kid?

Don’t tell me it was because it was done to you, because we both know that is not true
You did it to me and I didn’t do it to my family
So come on spit it out, I spent my life not knowing whether to hate or not
Come on tell me what made you? Why did you do what you did to me when I was a kid?

When I younger than now, I played with a rope but I was lucky it broke
I took up a knife and started to slice, you did that to me!
What made you that way, they say you will always be that way and nothing can change it
I really do want to understand, why did you do what you did to me when I was a kid?

It happens all the time behind closed doors, kept quiet so no one will know
We see it all in the papers and news but that’s just Hi Vis, tip of the iceberg
Its people like you that are kept secret behind family walls, the majority
Why?
You took so much away, I still live with it to this day
So please tell me, why did you do what you did to me when I was a kid?

I finally woke up after I almost broke up
Like a car racing down the track,
To many mirrors and always looking back
Picking up speed, warning signs I didn’t heed
Then crash, bang, brakes, oh God, oh damn
Twisted remains with birds picking at the brains
Finally gone insane, holding on and embracing the pain
Flashing blue light in the middle of the night
Friends say will he be okay? What made him go that way?
Fractured parts like a jigsaw puzzle, take him away like a dog in a muzzle
It’s not a pretty site, what the mind can do in the night