Look into abyss,
it stares back at you
The moon is bright in
the night
The stars fall from the
sky
The coyotes howl
into the blackness
The cemetery;
they are waking from the grave
Remnants of lost souls
haunt the wicked heart
The living dead are spooked in
their beds
No rest,
nightmares continue
Frankenstein has escaped
from the mental hospital
The souls from the wicked
are ripped from their bodies
Grim reaper comes to collect
the unpaid debts
New bodies buried in graves;
the mortician is busy
Devil never sleeps,
no one is safe
New cities of tombstones,
monuments of the damned
Lost wailing souls
echo through the chasms of the earth
Inferno is below,
fire and brimstone
There they Pay
the price
There they face their
death
Fighting for their
spot in the kingdom of hell
Husks of bodies
without souls
Collected in the urn
of their master
Machines without
conscience
Cold blooded
killers
Buried in their
lies
Fighting for their status
in the pyramid scheme of nothingness
Life without meaning,
those who have not the son
Mummified being,
without the breath of life
Worn out,
dead,
sold your soul for a check,
now you have to stay in bed
There is no sunshine,
only dark clouds over your head,
rains everyday,
no getting away
The slow rot
and descension into madness,
living on the edge of the abyss,
waiting to jump off the cliff
Walk the plank,
black spot,
marked for death,
fed to the crocodiles,
River runs red,
murky waters of violence,
there they toss their dead
and the living who do not consent
Slowly being mummified,
inside out,
dogs stand by guarding your tombstone
for your departure into the underworld
You exist as dead
awaiting hell
and the day of judgement
having chosen the creature over the creature,
The dogs guard your grave,
so when you are buried they can dig up your rotten corpse
and tear it to pieces
You are their food,
you are a soul
to be devoured
to be killed
Abyss of myself,
black holes of nothingness
bottomless pits of demons
endless nights of terror,
monstrosities lurk beyond
pendulums of clocks
Swinging back and forth
hours of wasted time
trolls under the bridge
waiting for their fodder
consumption of the soul
black hearts with nothing better to do
devouring themselves in their idleness,
Burnt to crisps in their furnace
agonizing unable to die.
Its already
halloween again
Its already been a year
since I killed you on that day
and It feels like I was just there
and now here I am at it again
Carving messages into bodies
repeating history in your name
Buried for centuries in the ground,
waiting to be summoned again
Archaic wars which man seemed to win
will be restarted,
blood sucking feasts will commence
and terror will reign in the streets
nothing to stop the flood which will come
when man is asleep in his bed
Vampires shall make slaves
of this pathetic human race
when blood is spilled into the challice,
we shall live again!!!!
Parasitic infection
underneath the skin,
Feeling them creep and crawl;
writhing
Living breathing monsters
taking the host for a ride
In control of the biology
they poison the soul
Eating away at the flesh
and the blood
"Alive,
its alive"
but barely
Struggling
to exist
in this cold
cruel world
looking for a home,
he roams like
the beast he is
like some derelict
abandoned canine
he consumes anything
he can sink his teeth into
but still not enough to satisfy
the intense hunger, which irks
at his being.
inseminated
without consent;
Degraded to the point
of suicide
Taken advantage of;
exausted
Turned into meat sausage;
robbed of your humanity
Stolen soul;
unfortunate event
Lamenting youself;
your own private hell
Can't cope with the feelings;
the only release is a killing