APRIL FOOL

 So it's april fools

Night of the ghouls

 Gimme a reason to mistrust
through yhur chest i will thrust
 me blade of agony and distrust
then ship yhur body in bits after i defrost

crow sitting on a gravestone architecture in ghent belgium... portrait of a female vampire... romantic gothic girl in... abandoned shrine ancient gate gothic background

MUTE VALENTINE

If yhu are listening then what yhu hear is my inner voice.                              

Cursed to never express my feelings to her

to never be able to tell her how much she meant to me

how i would have loved to kiss her lips while i shove a machette through her

how i would have love to listen to her moan as i gag her up with spiked chains

never to tell her she looked beautiful when coiled up in ma pet boa 

never to tell her how her skinned merried as she bathed in acid

never to wish her a joyous

VALENTINE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 O well. . . action speaks louder than voice. . .(grins) 

VALENTINE CARDS

On this day of Valentine
I thank you,
for allowing me to take that heart
of yours.
Though unwilling,
at first.
I'm almost finish clearing off
your blood
off my clothes

P.S
By the way, nice headstone.
I've been there, I've sure
you've heard.

hyurt

Rose are black
Violets are violence
I'll tie you up to the rack       
And gag you with my silence.
Come step into my life
Step into my lair

I'll dress you all in black 

And even dye your hair 

I love rock music

Turn it up loud
When you are a Gothic like me
The lyrics will make you proud
We live in an eternity
Were every day is night

I smell the air

cool and sweet 
a human for
my hunger to eat
the blood runs hot
I know she's in fear
but I will make
that disappear

I'll twine my fingers 
long and thin 
through her hair 
and around her chin 
I'll lull her

and take a bite
then watch her soul
disappear from sight

LIFE AS A PREDATOR

Life as A Predator

                                                                       Turned off my humanity

Emotions becomes fragments of a distant memory

All that remains a ravaging thirst for blood

And the silence of a very very dark soul

Walking in the comfort of the night

Whores linger carelessly, with bodies meant to seduce at sight

Oh yes I’m seduced’ but not by what I see

But by the joy I presume I shall feel after my kill

With every heartbeat I could tell

I could differentiate the components of the cell

All outcome been considered

All that is left is to pull the trigger. . .

                                             By

                                                       Popoola Kazeem