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Merman roars from the top of his lung's,
to the thundering dark clouds
Across his sky,
in severe whistling,
my head bows in your shame

In the tune of change
As my ocean swells,
you begin to rip
the insides out of me

A mermaid from hell
Eyes left me in the dark,
snarling white fangs'
shark like
barricade of emptiness

Ugly words bite
Deep into the pain,
each lash of the tongue
Like you savour in pleasure
Mouth ripping deep

Distorted ugly lies
As the poison drips
Out of the foul mouth
Becoming a vile beast

Hell with you
The heart withers,
dying one time beauty
Cracks in the ache,
wounded severely

Light, I look to you
Loves holy name speaks,
one time my little mermaid
To the wicked ways
You escaped hell,

one of your creations
Love in me disappeared,
wishing on me
The torment,
my heart for you
Died

Get out of my face!
Before i pull this trigger,
On someone lousy fate,
Saw you sleeping with my brother!

Damm if i let you live,
Poison words that i believe,
You're not getting another chance,
Screwing another man's life around!

b*tch you came on to me,
Made a fool out of me with your sobbing tale,
And then i saw you sneak out,
Who the Hell did you go out to meet?

Should've known when you said your name was Ivy,
And that you are a healing witch,
Caught you humping cowgirl on your doctor!
And now you're calling me a monster!

As the daybreak crawls
Up in the distant horizon,
the dawning of my reality
Night falls in darkness
invading my light

Betrayal the ultimate heart break,
in a shattered mirror
a million pieces
I try to put together


In the falling droplets,
like silver pearls
you give me hurt
Falling you,
my one time treasure

In frozen time
the crystal falls
a shattered splash
On my earth

In the dirt
I leave my hurt,
hidden from the outer you,
hating what you made of me
in the heart
Scared to love

Waking to the burning of light,Before my rise I feel the pain,sore as I think in vain,Ashamed at what I had soon realized little,t’was the day-the day after festival.I a poor man had helped dissolve a dispute between my derelict and duty,To survive upon the feast that was this festival,for I cannot even afford mere vegetable.But I deride from truth,the truth in realizing my present form,I was no longer adorned with shagged wear,for the only thing I bore was my skin bare.I managed to prop my pale and frail self to stand, and standing,Distant and fading was a tower of smoke that morphed into clouds.The village was remote and I set forth in search of answers and clothing in humiliation’s stead,but what had succumbed to my passing out? Had I managed a drink or two?Or had I fallen ill to rest?I a m wiped of memory.Progression was a tricky endeavor and I came to with fate falling to my knees.To this day I still cannot manage to see past an unlimited count of people that had stretched effortlessly before me; staring into a separate glance.I only saw the tainted walls of filthy,ebony red.It was fine wine that adorned streets and roofs and rather long ornate streamers;some large and some small. Amidst the presence of demonized humiliation I felt a force steal a glance into my direction and felt my bumps rise,seeking to scurry from this nameless gaze.But all too quickly,and soundly there began a Low bellow from the bowels of all blackness.Motionless as I was,dog or behemoth,beast of nature,there was no winning option;flight or fight,bony knuckles versus sharpened nails of knives,I turned through the minutes and our countenance locked shut. It was then,and it is now,that I hold dear the phrase“Woe to the unwary wandered who waiver life, and lay eyes upon fanged-feeder”for this wolf was now seated in my throne of a Nightmare;but surely,this monster was not reason for this mess made,it should have ended by man's pike and blade.Oddity and fortune did play parallel and paralyze for dinner.If by chance a chalice of fear was spilt then by chance I changed in cup.It curtly canceled and paced in mind to alter to pace to pool of wine and I stared at it and it stared into the mirror.I decided,maybe poorly,follow fear and herald humor itself and play at the man-eater’s game.I reached its side and, hesitant to mirror, looked into an ocean red.Once more-my knees fell to the shore.My mind focused and cold,without inkling to consider merry thought,my mouth fell open as air smothered away,and I froze—And I felt for my ebony snout—I felt for my moonlit eyes—I felt for my towering ears—Teeth so stretched, and coating so black that shame shadow.Reflection with swaying hands, what was only left to see?It was staring focused back at me. The figure of a beast carved hard in a twin fixed soul--What had I done? Yesterday,time herself was set persistent,preemptive in postponing this one’s score? I presume I slept long enough—and know two shall happily starve nevermore.

To you black rose
Look deep into the centre
The very inner depth
colourless beauty

From a pack of lies
Left with the thorns,
scratching my inner body
In agony
I howl

Killing me slowly
Eating the soul in me
coloured
dark lies
Shades inner beauty

In the depth
my heart cold
From the inner you,
my dungeon hell
No fury

My rose,
for you black
Left on this page
The heart's colour

With a kiss
Goodbye black,
Magic with love
Turns colours
beautiful

Dance, my little pretty, dance. As I pull the strings she rises off the floor. Gracefully I dance her across the stage. How pretty she looks dressed in black. Short high heel boots, black stockings, lacy dress and even a black bow. I make her twirl around and around and take a bow.

It had taken a lot of work to get her to this level. Firstly I had to find a suitable puppet. I had tried quite a few but found them unsuitable. One was too heavy, another too tall and a few more just did not look right. Not sure what it was, I couldn’t put my finger on it, it was just a feeling.

This one though was perfect. She was five foot one and very slim. Nice firm body with no flaws, even her auburn hair was the right length. Without any hesitation I had thrust her into the back of my van. This one was going to be my puppet.

Back at my workshop I started the slow process of transforming her. I had used the rejected one to learn on, so this time I was confident of success. Firstly the shoulder joints had to be dislocated, this way it would give free and easy movement.

The elbows followed. I did not enjoy listening to the screams. All the time I kept assuring her that in the end it would all be worth it, that the pain would go away.

The hips and knees were next and even the ankles. I did not do them all at once, I left days in between each dislocation to give her time to recover. I take no joy in causing pain and suffering for I am no monster.

When all the joints moved freely to my will without causing agony I knew it was time for the next move. I had no need to restrain or lock her up for she was already like a doll, unable to move except for m will.

It was time for the strings. Every puppet needs strings for this is what makes them move. Unfortunately I had to cause her more pain for I had to drill holes to attach the strings.

She begged and pleaded with me not to do this. It seems that she does not understand my grand vision. It was at this point that I decided to also dislocate her jaw. This way I could also control her speech.

When the holes had healed around the strings she was ready. Slowly the strings lifted her off the ground. Only a grunt escaped her mouth. She looked so good standing there. I waved to her and made her wave back.

“How are you today my pet?” I asked. “What would you like to do?”

I moved her mouth for her and spoke in a high pitched voice, “dance please.”

Left, right and jump into the air, I had her dancing. A couple of times she fell down but that was my fault. It takes a while to get a puppet moving just right.

I was getting tired so I let her back down onto the floor. Seeing that this was her first dance I thought that she had done really well and told her so. I cannot understand why there are tears on her face.

I follow where dreams may lead
Down dark and twisted paths
Finally out I break
There’s sunshine all about

Lightening flashing ominously in the Window,
Trees swaying violently in the rain and wind,
I hear a knocking at my heart's door, as memories from the past start flooding in.

I think of all the people that have come and gone in my life,
And I remember all of my scars ~ all of the scars I had forgotten,
They burn once more with fury,
The pain is unbearable,....I don't know how much longer I can last.

Why had everything happened as it did,....so unfortunately,
Everyone that had meant anything to me had been pushed away,
Either by myself, or by circumstances uncontrolled,
Maybe my unhappiness, this darkness inside me had done it.

This dakness that stands knocking at my hearts door,....nock,....nock,....nock, it pounds, waiting for me to let it in,
Robed in Black, it's skullen form whispers into my ear, and beckens me to come fourth.

It's time, it says: "It's time to go."

Hidden in your lies
is the truth
From the deepest wound
Left an awful scar

I fought in hell
To save one's dignity,
I roared your name
Like steel
Cutting cold

Deep enough
To feel pain
Beautiful turns ugly,
the skin almost creeps
Falling a fine line

To cut at the razor's edge
The face cuts truth
In the deepest wound,
cold hard lies
Did I ever know you

The blackest heart
A complete stranger
Horrid ugly,
in what you done
no respect shown

Cold emotionless heart
Cutting to the bone,
to look crazy
Almost like possessed
Like shut down

Open the eyes
An obstacle between us,
like hitting an iceberg,
something is dreadfully wrong
Then you drew the sword

Shot me down
Buried without closure,
the bitter end
Coldest cut
Scarred deep within

the razor edge
Straight through the centre
Just like a knife,
in searing pain
The finest cut

The tongue
like a paper cut
Drawn with the pen
can cut deeper
than any wound
upon the sword

a wind blowing
underneath rafters
enchanting like gale,
thousands of souls
begins moaning
whistling eerily
within the noise

the mind cannot sleep,
a storm gathering
brewing within pain
soulfully cries

inside voices responds
screeching to stop
danger of darkness,
coming near

in cold hands
outside in raindrops,
crying tomorrow
a shiver
down the spine
someone talks
deep within

the gut feeling
always right
to blind
obvious to late


believed in someone
who made a fool
out of me
in loving you
the whistling stops
now I see
the face
of one soul
whom I pity