Category: Horror

Blood


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The Blood is spilt
The soul will heal
The pain is felt by all who feel.

The will is strong and has no end
There’s nothing left here to defend.

Let fury go it’s been released
And shared with all who want to feast.

The time is now
The will is strong
This soul right here
is where you are strong.

Let it go and keep moving forward
Life are fulfilling and moving onward

The soul it grows and strengthens within
Remember that and you already win.

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Vigilante of the Scorned


Retribution: Tale of a Woman Scorned
Retribution: Tale of a Woman Scorned

Creek, crack, twist and whack

the sounds one hears when you break his back.

Bleak, hack, beg and beg

the sounds one hears when you break his leg.

Shake, ache, screams of harm

the sounds one hears when you break his arm.

The broken bones alone are fun

but it’s not enough 

for you

 unfortunate one.

Blood drops bright 

and clear as day

from open veins

I so display

my victims deserving

for once they were evil

their punishments delivered

I am the shrieval,

the vigilante of the scorned

I’ll dish it out

all criminals be warned

I’m coming for you

now you’ll be deformed

in death you will pay

for all women scorned.

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“Hell Hath No Fury” show @Rothick Art Haus

 You got away with your evil deeds against the pure

now you will pay with your very core

I’ll rip out your spine

while you’re still alive

cut off your nutts

with razors so fine

rip out your eyes

and feed them to you

no identification

once I am through.

The raping of women is never okay

vigilantes like me will keep you rapists at bay.

You roam through the nights

searching out prey

well I’ll give them all justice

on your judgement day.

Dead men don’t rise

that is a fact

the vigilante

will make sure you’re whacked.

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I Reside by Quintessence


Say Hello, Insanity by PlaceboFX
Say Hello, Insanity by PlaceboFX

A mirror before my body stands

still, motionless and numb

Eyes glare forward with hollow expressions

A feeling of dread and the damned

or comfortably numb in relevent perplexity.

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Loom the darkness, bare the soul

Purloin the harrowing deterioration of the minds rationality

discomfort of the silent hailstorm

ill-fitting hallucinations

Receptive to subterfuge from tumultuous medics

with needles to maul your veins.

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Merciless and bound in your dust jacket

glossy-eyed yet empty

the black sheep of normality

adrift through Jacob’s Ladder tortures

Blemished eternity

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I am lost

I can’t feel my face

I reside….on the inside.

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Quietus by Quintessence


 

It’s real, its present

the danger we feel

murderous intent

looms with all fears.

It may not speak

It does not feel

every ounce of pure evil

life does it steal.

 

Medieval its origin

Death is its name

formula unknown

unable to tame.

 

Removal of life

at rest it is not

one life to live

is all we have got.

 

It’s coming for you

you don’t have a choice

discharge or release

it’s the finishing voice.

 

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Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015
Original written work of Gillian A. Gibson CopyRight Protected by the Crimson Vaults 2015