love letters

my love letters are death threats
and that's the nature of the game.
i'll make you pale
when your breath fails
and you kick and screech in my bed.
feel my arms constricting like snakes
and the fatal red flood of the flow?
want me to let you go?
no?
then give me reasons to need youand better reasons to bleed.

THE HEARSE

 

Dont ever laugh when the hearse goes by
You just might be the next to die
They'll wrap yhu in big white sheets
From yhur head down to yhur feet

they'll throw yhu in a big black box
and fill yhur grave with dirt and rocks
and there yhu'll lie for about a week

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until yhur coffin springs a leak

the worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
the worms play pin the noose on yhur snout

I DIED FOR LOVE

In the city where i dwell
Lived a tailor i loved so well
He courted me, stole my heart away
But now with me, he will not stay

There is a house behind the lawn
I followed him there and he sat down
Another girl sat on his knee
He told her things he wont tell me

And now i know the reason why
She is more beautiful than i
But pretty looks, they fade so fast
And she would become like me at last

Dreams of DARKNESS

I see demonic shadows, floating in the darkness,

 waiting me to fall a sleep, searching a moment of my weakness... 

 Shadows of death, inside my head, this outstanding pain, in my brain... 

 Flames of hellfire, in my eyes, smell of death, in my nose... Molten seas of hell, this demonic smell,

someone is casting a dark spell, holding me in hell...

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

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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)