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Pale, frail, crashed to the floor

blinded by sounds, like never before

What’s inside my head blairs

maddening, shuddering, frightening scares

stabbing pain from the back of my skull

tried fighting it off, but I can’t

the killer inside’s on a rant

screaming so loud, it’s trying to take over

steel blades and blood shimmer in moonlight

it likes that,

my other half,

the aphrodisiac that feeds the beast

severed souls give the night’s feast

the power of the madman comes out of its shell

up through the earth, straight from hell

beware

coming for you!

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Asylum Sisters by Crimson Quintessence


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We are not the sisterhood of sorrow

we are the sisterhood of the asylum

bringing you what we know the best

how to scare and torment you

and put you to the test.

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We’ll creep into your dreams

seep in through your eyes

bleed out through your ears

dine on your pelt

and reap on your fears.

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Whine not, do we ever

our horridness is most clever

try to cut through our skin

we draw from within

souls as black as coal

exhausted and cold

not ready to fold.

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Entomb you we will

destroy all with a wretched chill

bordello of blood

runs our neighborhood.

We love you

we hate you

we can’t live without you.

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Come on in

feel the heat

let it burn

right at your feet.

Be our victim

or our friend

the asylum is open

who’s to know if your soul will fade at all

does it really matter

your lies will hide your flaws

we won’t tell

you inspire our inner serial killer.

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As Night Falls by Crimson Quintessence


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As the night falls, shadows and reflections faintly awaken.  An invitation from the foot of your bed.  It chills your bones without you even realizing it.  You open your eyes to complete darkness as the floorboards creek.  You’re pretty sure someone is there by the sounds coming from the blackest corner of the room.  A door down the hallway slams shut and a scream echoes, but not yours.  You realize that the sound that woke you up is the cry of your child, a child that died nearly ten years ago.  You can hear something breathing in the room.  Your body is completely immobilized.  As your head clears you realize you are hanging upside down, your arm is itching and as you look at it something moves under your skin.  You try to scream but your lips are sewn shut and your muscles start to spasm and twitch.  You are paralyzed with fear as sweat drenches your body but you feel freezing cold.  Just as the darkness tries to swallow you whole you awaken from the dream but you are not at home, you’ve woken up in the dead of night, deep in the forest with no idea of how you got there.

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Animus Defalcator by Crimson Quintessence


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From hell’s fiery underground

it lays in wait

guarded by a blood pit

near the devil’s gate

every thirty-two years

it wakes

to feed on souls

it chooses and takes.

Your fear it smells

and takes a taste

through gills, it inhales

and seals each fate.

The more you shake

the more you shiver

the scent you give off

makes his body quiver.

Licks its jagged teeth

yes, he will for you

and then he comes

to devour your insides and steal your soul.

You’ve got no chance

you can’t escape

he’ll make you his

take you and fly you away

right under his cape

he has not a name

he speaks not a word

only your screams will ever be heard

steer clear of the fields

he’s coming for you

thirty-two dead souls 

before this night is through.

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The Remedy by Crimson Quintessence


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Sit there, if you will,

whimpering in your dark little corner.

I can hear your knees knocking together from here on my perch.

Your yellow drug-stained teeth, rattling together like a broken awning swinging in high winds.

I can even hear the rush of air from your sphincter clenching shut.

Guess that worries you some, considering where you house your head most of your waking hours.

My heels click as I stride across the marble floor having jumped from my perched observation point in the house, echoing in your ears like rapid-fire shots out of a machine gun.

My face calm, my breath slow and steady, tapping my favorite weapon of choice in my left palm, licking my lips in anticipation of the assault you’re about to receive.

Sit still!

squirming coward, your movements will only make your punishment last longer.  

No matter to me, I’d enjoy the delay and your cries of agony.

I smirk as I remember how I got you here.

You thought midnight romp.

I knew something far different.

When I ripped the cord of the lamp from the west wall I didn’t think of the lamps weight, not at all.

In fact, it happened so fast I’m not sure I registered thought much at all.

But, I felt, oh, how I felt.

Rage,

a searing heat, 

it rose from deep inside me.

Explosive!

ravenous almost.

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I swung that lamp at your head like a professional baseball player swinging at his last-chance grand-slam in the world series.

Carr-aaack!

The hit heard around the world,

and just like that,

blood-spatter, and out you went.

Dragging your lanky-ass over to Nana’s wing-back chair came easy to me.

There was so much adrenaline coursing through me, I felt like a freight-train on full-throttle, no brakes.

The barbed-wire was fun, wrapping it around you like a python wraps itself around its prey.

Almost made me orgasmic,

then you twitched and took my moment from me.

Son-of-a-bitch!

Still, you try to take control.

But that’s okay,

I’m not upset,

not about that any way.

I’m going to take my time with you my dear, oh, yes, I am.

I remember that first night when we were at Dale’s party.

You said you had a surprise for me and took me upstairs.

Then, like the pig you are, you dropped your pants and I said wow, that’s my surprise, you brought me up here to show me a penis?

Yes, you said, with a smart-ass grin on your face.

Then you changed your tone and said well?

I said well what?

And you and your arrogant tongue spit out — Wax it.

How vile I thought, but we both know that I left my teeth marks in your dick that night,

don’t we darling?

Look at you, all dressed up like mommy’s little blonde cherub.

Too bad she doesn’t know what a nasty little cunt of a man you really are.

But I’m going to remedy that, I’ll show her on your behalf when I fillet you and pose you like an awkward statue impaled on a spigot and run through on your front lawn.

Hannibal would be so proud to know me right now.

You my dearest have been weighed and measured and you’ve been found wanting.

This will be the remedy of all remedies.

A song for all melodies.

Your undoing.

Your fate.

Lifeless, like the squished slug by the garden gate.

Gone and forgotten.

Dust in the wind.

My arms raised,

the blows came,

the remedy delivered.

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Egregious Idiom by Crimson Quintessence


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Don’t speak any more!

my brain can’t handle the intake

your incessant babbling is driving me insane

can’t you see me shrieking on the inside

the blood streaming from my eyes.

I shall always walk away from the wreck that is you,

veins intact, blood free-flowing and warm

What?

You thought I would’ve been lying on a cold steel slab flat-lining by now?

Silly git, not a chance

I’ve perfected the icy stare

Can’t you see the death behind my eyes?

Oh, you had hoped I choked on your venom

poor man-child, so unable to cope with the strength of a real woman

a she-wolf beast protecting her young

you never stood a chance once the dust settled.

There you lay in your shallow grave

dug by your lying tongue

shoveling shit every time it wagged

how does it taste?

your own bile in the back of your throat

I’ll bet it burns

doesn’t it?

your scandalous tongue

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thought you were so slick

Hysterical laughter as I turn and walk out of the room

leaving you breathless once more.

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Splintered Darkness by Crimson Quintessence


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An extended claw

from the darkness

a lick of the tongue

the beast lives.

Gargling venom in its throat

the gnashing of teeth

sharp like a razor’s finest blade

splintered darkness.

Beware the vacant stare

it will paralyze you

stop you in your tracks

steal your dreams.

Lifeless eyes

a black heart that does not beat

yet it breathes

heat seeking breath of foulness down your neck.

Petrified dreams

a million and one screams

it feeds on your thoughts.

You wake

sweat-soaked and terrified

then you turn on your light and realize

it was just an illusion

cooked up in a dream

no more real than a silent scream.

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Of The Void by Crimson Quintessence


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You thought you got away with murder

just wait until they all catch their breath

Killing things with love under a painted veil

killing things with kindness from such sickly lips

they’ve met up with a lyrical acrobat devil type

who spun tricks for kicks, such evil with all its hype

Kill the messengers, I think not, living untamed not vile

hidden amongst the trees of the wild

Right here, see the changes that they’ve made

They survived you, they may have imperfections but you won’t be collecting them

Look at your own waste you left in your poor slick taste

they won’t worry tonight, they took flight away from that prison and poisonous place

They’ve painted every fence they know

it’s kind of pleasing

knowing there’s nothing where you’re going

they feel way to good to leave this all to luck, your veil lifted now , nowhere to hide

the cranium trade was a huge facade

a show put on for the devil’s benefit

Beneath your feet lies a darken black hell-pit

waiting for your final breath to be taken

the jaws of hell will swallow you whole

It’s difficult for you to swallow, every pill of truth

you are always looking  for a fix

you were never meant to last

your next fix could be your very last.

Move right in to your own velvet underground

where nothing exists and there’s no sound

It’s a dry country, in there, where you hang your guilt and put on your cloak of fantasy

Your personalities are the lost eight

laying in wait for the next one

They’ll scrape your remains off their boots

and find their way home to a new Atlantis

free of your chinese whispers in the dark

lies, all served up from your skillet of inequity

You were born of your own deceiving lyrical womb of fantasy 

now, you are of the void

The void you left with your ascension of self fame created by forgery, distortion, deception and deceit

The lips of truth shall forever and always be 

but the lying tongue floats for a mere moment and is gone

back to being one of the void it created

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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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Bloody Nightmare for Christmas


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‘Twas the nightmare before Christmas,

when all through the Asylum

not a patient was drooling

not even the orderly ready to rile em.

The insane were tranquilized all tied down to their beds

while nightmares and horrors filled up their heads.

The doctor in his study and I in my bed chamber

settling in for a long winters dread 

of filling out the Asylums disclaimer for the poorest of patients

who will wind up as the dead.

When out on the roof there arose such a banter

I jumped from my bed and knocked over a planter

I burst into the hall ad looked for the guard

he’s disappeared again

but his post is quite charred.

Smoke and soot filled up the all

my eyesight was blinded

I dropped to the cobblestone and began to crawl.

Screams started to come 

from all directions it seemed

pre-med or not

I was scared and I too screamed.

Shrieks and shrills

it’s all I could hear

I swallowed real hard

and crawled for my gear

a hatchet in one hand

in the other a chainsaw

if these fuckers got lose

they’ll lynch Doctor Warsaw.

I peeked round the entrance

to ward number nine

it’s eerily quiet

I’m gonna be fine.

What the hell is that – that just hit me?

the head of a patient

he looks about fifty.

A river of blood

is flowing quite freely

it’s painted the walls

and in front of me now stands Hannibal all steely.

I’m going to kill him

he screams out with glee

I’ll cut and fillet him

and grind up his bones

you’ll keep me no longer 

you festering drones.

Off he ran like a beast in the night

more screams came and gave me a terrible fright.

Nurse Ratchet! you there, where are you going?

throwing in the towel you fuck

a murderous rampage is really a grim showing

I won’t stick around to die

I really must be going.

Ward eight was reached after ward nine

and all had escaped

I’m terrified now

as I look for an exit

It’s blocked by bodies of the dead 

filleted and draped.

Just what the fuck am I gonna do now?!

I must get out

survive this some how.

Right then the Juggernaut jumped in my path

I revved up the chainsaw and was on the warpath

He tried to come at me

but I was too fast

I  cut him in two

as I swiftly ran past

As long as I’m focused

I’ll cut them all down

I remember the last Christmas

when IT came to town.

IT killed every last patient

with its long jagged claws

and ate up their hearts

with cold Krampus jaws.

This year, things will be different

I will make this all stop

I’ll kill it this time 

and then close up shop.

It rounded the corner

like the maniac hunger

and took up its stance

like an alien beast

hunkering down 

for its annual feast.

I stood my ground 

and readied to fight

It gnashed its jaws

ready to bite

I’ll finish you off

before dawn’s precious light.

It rushed at me once

but I smashed its head with my hatchet

It crashed to the ground

crushing nurse Ratchet.

I’ve wounded it swiftly

and blinded its eyes

I take stance with the chainsaw

and the beast shrieks and cries

I think it’s foreseeing its ugly demise.

One more lunge and I saw off its legs

I feel empowered now

when this is over I shall enjoy some beast bacon and eggs.

Crawling so feverishly 

towards me again

the thing won’t give up

it has no restrain

I ready the chainsaw

I will not give up

I tighten both arms

and wind myself up

It comes at me again

and I hold tight my stance

It leaps at me now

a horrid snakes dance

I slash with the chainsaw

and rip it in two

I slash at it more

and chop up the grue

Victorious I am

the beast is no more

I search for the others

to finish the chore.

The Asylum was emptied

of every last corpse

Survivors were moved to the Rotting Corpse Motel.

A quiet little place

right beside Hell.

“Can you see how my mind warps”……….

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The Killing Floor – A Verse Style Story


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Ten fathoms down

dark, damp

earth’s tears trickle down the limestone

it’s a quaint little hell room.

I have him strung up in chains

hands and feet bound

mouth gagged with his own boxers.

He thought he was oh so slick

slipping her a rufee while she powdered her nose

I was much the slicker one

I saw him

Saw what he did.

When she staggered out with him, barely conscious

I was following in the shadows.

His quaint little bachelor pad

in the bedroom, whips, chains, bindings.

I watched from the fire escape.

Stupid boy, left the window open

rain-soaked, I readied myself

his back was turned

he was a busy boy

he rushes.

She was bound, naked and gagged

enough now

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my turn.

He didn’t even hear me enter the room

and then I was behind him.

One swift crack to the back of his skull

down he went.

He lived in seclusion

perfect for me

no one to witness his disappearance.

Bound and gagged now himself

I drug him to my truck

left him in the flat-bed and made my way to my dark retreat deep into the woods.

His torture will be my pleasure

I slap his face until he awakens

dazed, confused, afraid

what a turn of events.

You thought you would be giving a rather good flogging to that girl tonight, didn’t you I say.

Bloody mumbles, static in my ears

no matter it won’t be to long now

I will be enjoying his complete silence.

First I remove his fuck-stick

that’s right, he rapes, doesn’t know any other way and doesn’t want to,

Shame, but non-the-less he chooses not to learn,

It’s left a bloody hole about the size of a golf ball

Messy… I am enjoying this.

You won’t be needing that where I’ll be sending you

I laugh, a devil’s type laugh, almost.

Now, these hands of yours, such evil things, I growl.

First, I break each finger at the knuckle

he screams and chokes on his own fear.

I grab the handsaw 

this is going to hurt you fucking prick.

I cut ever so slowly

just as he did with his hunting knife the night he took me

tearing me to shreds, every part of me.

Escaping him after the horrid torture provided my clarity as to what I would do with the rest of my scared and disfigured life.

The second-hand fell to the floor

blood trailing and circling round the drain.

Hmm, your feet and legs, well, you won’t have any more use for them I’m afraid, they must come off.

This time I grab the chain saw, reve it up and cut off his feet first and I kick them across the room

I pause a moment, a good surgeon needs music, yes, Frank, sing to me.

I put on Frank Sinatra’s Fly me to the moon and continue my dismantling of our world’s predator.

Slicing through both legs at the knees comes at such ease

I then move up to the top of his thighs as “My Way” plays

How poetic.

My patient has ceased to be now

Shame

wish he could have felt the rest of his dismemberment.

 I finish, with the last cut being the removal of his head

I have something special I want to do with that, so,I place it in a pot of boiling water for several hours.

The other parts go into the incinerator of the killing floor

I grab the hose and after admiring the blood and painting myself with it, I wash away the crimson river, down the drain it goes.

I pause  moment more to dance around to “New York, New York”

Now the fire in the incinerator is burning bright, flames licking the body parts like the devil himself

I can turn to mister’s skull.

The flesh has been boiled off and the eyeballs fell from their sockets and where easy to scoop out of the pot.

I hang the skull to dry

tomorrow it will become my newest piece of artwork.

The killing floor is my art gallery you see.  Filled with velvet numbness of my vengeful kills of those maniac butchers of women.

I may have survived his hell but he did not survive me.

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The Rise of Elena


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Escaping her wrist confines

she crept down the darkened hallway to an open window and out into the night

Retracing Anna’s memory to a homestead which she found empty of anyone else

she climbed the staircase 

found the walk-in closet and there in the back the leather gear she so loved

A perfect fit complete with boots, bracelets and leg armour strap which held her favorite blade

now to seek him out and pay him his due.

sleek, stealth, hungry for revenge

dripping water echoed in the night

the song of an old owl

the screeching of an animal dying

she could feel his heartbeat inside her mind

his pulse was rapid on the scars she bore on her wrists

she was numb

there he was

drunk and passed out in the armchair

she was swift in her movements

when the blade tore across his throat he had only but one gasp at air

the first cut was deep

the sanguine flowed from him as the rippled river did from Anna’s wrist on the night of her demise

the second cut nearly severed his head

there was a massive gush

a river of red

and it was over

Elena stood over his lifeless body

ran the blade of her knife over her tongue

as she swallowed she had but one thought

I walk the night alone

she vanished that night

but every once in a while

an abusive man comes up missing or dead

She will forever remain in darkness.

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The Fall of Anna


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On a cold stormy night 

she lay there, staring a the ceiling

tears ran down the sides of her eyes 

spilling into her ears

she didn’t care

she knew what she was going to do 

and how she was going to do it

she raised herself up

walked into the washroom

lit a smoke and began to pen her farewell

Contemplating her emptiness

taking in her pain

the how, the why

it didn’t matter any more

there were enough sleeping pills and pain-killers 

to numb her body enough 

but still

to keep her wits about her

the blade was sharp enough

fairly new, it would do

if the slices were just right

as she crept downstairs, he slept

completely oblivious to her pain

her torment

he cared not

either way

it was time 

to let it all go

she’d taken all she could take

her heart strewn in scattered pieces on the floor

small reflections of moonlight caught her sad eyes

she filled the tub

steam engulfed the room

strangling her breath

as she toyed with the blade in her fingers

she wondered if it would hurt 

or if she would just simply slip away

and never wake up again

the first cut stung

she watched the blood pour out

like a small rippled river

she felt nothing

numb

the second cut came at ease

as she dropped her arms into the water

the heat pulled out the red liquid quickly

she grew tired

and drifted into unconsciousness

soon, Anna was gone

who woke in the hospital was not Anna

but Elena and she was not weak

she was angry

made of gun-metal and smoke

He who awakened her was going to pay

for Anna’s suicide………

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Sorority Hell Night


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Would I cry for you

lay down my life and die for you

carry a corpse a mile for you

would I give up my heart

if it meant falling apart

could I survive, when it’s torn away

empty inside on the darkest of days

running away from the ally cat strays

can’t seem to forget what drew me near

to this sorority in Everclear.

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Carnal lust or mortal fear

yet here I stand in wretched tears

lost, alone or broken, every bone

shattered from the inside out

feeling alone and possessing doubt

what keeps me here

my mortal fear, of being alone

cold as stone, emotionless droan

pushing through life always feeling the roam.

One, the loneliest number to face

dying internally through the rats maze during haze

caught and choked, such a cruel joke

heart rate slows to near dull pace

appearing dead to the human race

wrap her up in plastic and cords

bury her deep within the woods

haunting the ones who put her there

left her covered and alone, they did not care

this jokes on them, they should beware

she remembered what they did

pay they must for what they hid

sounds in the night cannot be explained

blood spills from each one blamed

one by one she takes her revenge

they won’t escape this deathly hell

pledge a secret these sisters did do

plotted revenge, the dead one did too.

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A few frights to begin

then each death had its turn

revenge was hers for their mortal sins

haze her, kill her, then cover her up

pretend she went missing and take your sip from the sacred cup

a pledge of her own she fulfills this night

take them one by one deep in the night

the first one goes easy suffocated and dropped

her body hidden, at the old burial plot

the next scalded in a shower so hot

her flesh melted before the shower shut off

two more left to take out tonight

but how will they die

from pain or from freight

the next one hides like the coward she is

until the dead sniffs out all of her fears

found her hiding under her bed

speared straight through, now she is dead

the last one is missing

but not for too long

I’ll find a tune for the dead girls swan song

ah, there she is, laying on her bed

is anyone out there plays in her head

sliding from under a mattress so thin 

I slit her throat wide and syphon out all her sanguine

filling my jars, not spilling a drop

I hack off her head

chop; chop; chop

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Oh, they’re going to find it up the flag pole

laid out on display for all to know

what was once hidden

is no more

the secret is out

you fucking whore!

Sorority secrets always come out

when pledges aren’t dead

they’re calling you out.

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Abolition


 

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Sickly sweet, crimson parted lips

moistened by the sinful tongue’s tip

drip; drip; drip.

Severed soul,  the blackened heart beats

raptured by the devils drum

Novocaine numb, pain and agony bleeds

draws in all of the demon’s seeds

crimson peak, an astral heightened plain

turns to darkness once again.

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Angel de la independencia by MaximumSpider

Forgotten how to breathe

commit to he who will deceive

not for the faint of heart to perceive

emotionless stare, the soul unaware

dreamscape gone

the weak beware

trying to reach, from the inside out

help me; but you can not shout.

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Red Sonja the she-devil by Phoenixboy

Voices heard, but no understandable word

it’s coming through you, from another world

tormented and fractured, beaten and battered

restless soul taken from someone who mattered

gone and forgotten, shriveled and rotten

corpse now devoured by the summoned fiend misbegotten.

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Red silk and cotton, lining the coffin

the burial plot empty

no corpse found; proceed with caution.

the fallen was taken, offered up from morbid curiosity

without any precaution

the trait of pure evil by a soul stealing demon.

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Possessed – Expedition Unknown


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A long winding path twisted in ruins

that’s where you’ll find her, blood-red in moonlight

possessed and lost

licking sanguine from the jagged claws of a she devil

glaring at the darkness

kill or be killed

survival, that cold bitch

making souls choose

damn you.

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Constant craving, sleepless rest

refined hell in the devil’s pit

Screams of pain circle the drain

blades so sharp cut deep then part

the inner deviant, the horrid heart

blackened and loveless, hatred now part

death bringer of new-found horrid art.

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Blackheart by TheOutcast1821

Displayed, opened wide

filleted by the blade, laid out and weighted

organs removed

fringed, rigid

the sixth crusade

a balance of trade for the undead maid

the devil’s agreement, his tariffs and trade

the lost girl he did persuade

a she devil he made

her eternal upgrade

her soul’s masquerade, a smoking grenade

foreign to life in the devil’s arcade.

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Now she will kill, her newly acquired skill

feel nothing but a ravenous hunger

possessed by Mephistopheles

the night breeds the soul feeders

drinking the blood of the freshly killed bleeders.

Expedition unknown for the possessed one.

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Restlessness of Wilard


 

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Running backwards in a constant spin

lost in time as you dwell within

restlessness inside ones shattered up mind

bubbling turmoil of inner demons you find

make one see things that aren’t really there

scream, shout, lash out and swear

where does it get you

you’re still sitting there

wallowing in self-pity and so unaware

your actions speak volumes of delusion and doubt

nothing resolved so why did you shout

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you opened that wound again

all by yourself with that evil fraught grin

and for what was there something to gain

the raw nerve you struck 

was you slowly going insane

you’ve got nothing else to lose

you’ve become so vain

sitting there staring out of your window pane

so what now board the freight train

it’s heading for hell

fuck you

really, I know the type so well

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regression the fashion of a new-found day

temper fit temper

and a tantrum or two

said the childish imp

with nothing to lose

I am nothing 

you win

sulking again

the drama unfolds

no truths told

creating a scene

such an immature thing

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look at me

see me

butter me up

curled up in a ball of your own made up stuff

the truth is the truth 

you can’t change what is fact

the rat ate the cat 

and that is just that

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bubbling cauldron filled up with rot

one really knows how to stir up the pot

throw out hooks, lines and all of your sinkers

reel them all in, blinders for blinkers

can you see past the bait as you’re throwing it in

the ice that you skate on is really quite thin

look now it’s cracked

right under your feet

this would be a good time to fade and retreat

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pushing your restlessness onto all others

involves them all in such unpleasant covers

You had a chance to think it all through

but you had to act out and show the real you

soon the men in white coats will be coming for you

you can not escape them

the karma is due

the devils and demons will stay inside your head

they’ll eat away at your skull on the day of the dead

dealing with nothing avoiding it all

hide behind masks against the black wall

the psyche is broken and has a withered the soul

restlessness knows how to take full control

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contort the frame to horrible form

it sucks you into a magnetic storm

lose all emotion and drag you to hell

that is the will of a personal demon spell

no one can save you

you must save yourself

that’s your heart up there

in a jar on the shelf

your eyes plucked from their sockets from once they were sat

chewed to bits by Willard’s head rat

he saw it all coming and released the four-legged beasts

they gnawed you to death

and now he has peace.

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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


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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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