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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