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Coming for You


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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Knock Me Back


I’m sometimes lost, I’m forever alone

I fight with my thoughts when no-one is home

I reach for you, but no-one is there

I scream and I cry as I rip out my hair.

How can I face you and tell you I’m broken

With each tear cried, I’m breaking wide open

I scream at myself in the dark,

hearing every last beat of my heart.

What if I ran for the door,

trip as I break to my core

Would you turn from me and choose to ignore

what broke me like never before.

I crash and I burn deep inside, not knowing what it’s like to feel alive

Knock me back to the place I was born

feel the first breath that was special but torn

from a recycled soul that was battered and worn.

There you sat, as a matter of fact

just grinning, you were, like a Cheshire cat

ashes to ashes, the others all spat

a relevant term, as a matter of fact.

Cut through and bleeding where the love once sat

what do you think about that?

With a cloak to disguise me, I’m done

consumed with the night all alone

all that I’ve felt, is now gone

needed this time on my own

renewed, with my self, I have grown

can face all that is on my own

at peace with myself, I am home.

never again all alone.

 

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Cardinal Rule


The heat, that first moment,

Oh, how she believed you.

Your intriguingly woven words, cradled as a womb to keep her close,

Oh, how you immobilized her.

There you sat on your naked porch,

watching as she caught the wind in her wings while gliding on her swing

Oh, how you mesmerized her.

Then you eviscerated her spleen with your razored reach.

You became monstrous when the mask you chose to hide behind fell off your face,

Oh, how all the intrigue left her.

The clouds rolled in and the sky went black.

She went from an illuminated cherry blossom to an unveiled rage, managing her distress while maintaining her tact, such a worthy skill, indeed!

Oh, the lessons she learned that day.

The day of your betrayal a thousand yesterdays won’t change the pain, but a thousand tomorrows will heal it.

Now, she asks what makes them all tick and what their purpose is before she bares her claws and devours their souls

Oh, how her dark half took over.

Her cardinal rule, never let them get close.

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Autopsy of Her Soul


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Do you even hear her when she speaks?

So incredibly cruel, you are

overtaking her whenever she has a thought

talking down to her like she doesn’t matter,

like anything she has to say doesn’t matter.

You yell, scream even

she swears you love to hear the sound of your own voice

uneducated and incredibly rude,

so condescending, so belittling and cold.

Vile thoughts run through her head as the bile rises up in her throat

shaking inside with so much rage

crying out of extreme frustration.

You do one kind thing for her and she pays for it with your cruel treatment and condescending tone

You make her feel small, like nothing

she gets away from you to feel human again, to find herself-purpose, to matter.

She’s tired, she’s exhausted

you burst her happy bubble every day when you come home

your negative vibes, your constant bitching

acting like you know all like you’re the only one that matters, like only your opinion counts,

all others are a cancerous tumor that festers in your life.

You strain her, stress her out, cause emotional distress

you are negative, a dark cloud hovering overhead, blocking her blue sky,

the main source of her stress,

you are the strain behind her eyes,

the crushing pain inside her head.

The tears flowing down her cheeks

You kill her will to live.

The autopsy of her soul will leave only one question….

Which of your evils actually killed her?

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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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Super Massive Black Hole by Crimson Quintessence


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Pain – those who don’t live with it can’t possibly understand what it’s like.

How it pulls those who suffer daily with it into the super-massive black hole again and again.

How it rages through all of their minds and how they all scream, they cry while they all rage inside.

Some minds were designed by misfits, exhausted and cold but not near ready to fold.

Here they reside ready to accept it without being heard.

They’re not benign, although, some may think it.

They’re getting fired up artistically, thoughts are there, wanting to burst forward but not knowing how or where this should take place.

You, the fist in the boxing glove who verbally beat them and felt it was okay the way you made them feel small.

The thing is fate will guide them together and they’ll  support each other in the absence of self-security

and help each one stand tall when no-one else will.

Thriving by helping each one they come into contact with realize that they are individuals who can stand out from the wall they’ve been leaning against for so long.

Though you madden them, sadden them and crush them inside these girls and boys fill each other with pride.

Once upon a time they were curled up and had almost fallen into madness or shriveled right up and dwelled in their sadness.

They’ll tell you always, they’re not ready to die that the super-massive black hole they were cast into no longer holds them down.

Collectively they have started building towers of spilled words so tall they stretch up higher than high.

Those who were not supportive in their adventures can now bow down to the written words and their raging storms as the writers live in their own world, far from your criticisms accepting that their light is the beacon that draws like-minded souls inside.

Blow you right open, the unconventional writers who glow by their own light, Angels raging, words flow during flight delivering prose with all of their might.

All bound together, willing to fight the good fight, all coming back at you knitted together with spilled ink.

Many paths cross for reasons not merely by dumb luck.

Be your lightening, be your rain, they get you through that super-massive black hole again.

They’ve learned to chuck the bullshit in the fuck it bucket and move forward as one heart, one soul with only one dream……..

to be heard.

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Unapologetically Me By Crimson Quintessence


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I am unapologetically me

therefore, what you see is what you get

nothing comes easy, run from misery

I’m not easy, I’m rare

A perfect imperfection

my alone feels good

you’re not really free until you stop trying to please everyone else

I used to care about what people thought about me until I tried to pay a bill with their opinions

Stronger because I had to be

smarter because of my mistakes

happier because I danced with sadness

wiser because I’ve learned

not all girls are made of sweet sugar and spice

sarcasm and wine, let  your light shine

I’m not afraid of my truth anymore

omitting pieces of me for your comfort won’t happen

It’s not that I have more patience

it’s that I just don’t give a fuck any more about pointless drama

Be the kind of woman that makes other women want to be you

My journey hasn’t always been easy, but I’m still…..

Standing tall

laughing out loud

forgiving those who deserve it

loving life, learning lessons and living to the fullest

I’m perfectly imperfect and unapologetically me.

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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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The Sacred Black Crow by Crimson Quintessence


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I was walking along a  lengthy winding road when the darkness came

I was lost,  and screaming in pain

my head hurt so bad I’d forgotten my name

and there, I stood, in the middle of that road, in the pouring rain

I’m not sure how long it was, but when I opened my eyes, the moonlight came

and there was death again, calling my name.

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Dead you, dead me

a song incredibly sickly but yet so eerily sweet

dancing raindrops hitting both of my feet

a burning desire as death and I meet,

the very last time I’d hear my heart beat

death won the battle as they covered my corpse with a white sheet

he grinned as I died for him,

it was so sickeningly sweet.

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Tearful no more when I took my last breath

only then

did I realize I was accepting my death

where the road ends, with all that I know

on that very day,  didn’t I become, the sacred black crow

and I cast out my shadow across a blanket of snow.

My name is Ruth, the Baroness Beaudreau

and this is my song, the song of the sacred black crow.

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The Ninth Nail by Crimson Quintessence


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You broke my heart, you devil you.  It was the only organ I had left that was mine and mine alone.

If I were to pick up one of the fragmented shards, I’d likely use it to cut you to shreds.  Then watch the crimson ooze from each wound as my fingers dance in them, one by one.

Crimson looks quite back in the moon’s light, don’t you think, Stanley?

I reserve my dark and divine right to bathe in it, death’s dance.  Let it caress my torn soul and blacken me as that soul of mine dies with the rest of me.

Buckets of blood weighted down with the rusty nails I drove into the ends of each finger and toe.

Broken bones, puzzle pieces of a fractured man.

Revenge, my divine father taught me well.

Carve each bit of flesh like a fine leather he said.

I’m the blind guardian praying for deliverance.

I was organized, but the ninth nail was stuck in an awkward place, the wrong place.

Somehow, it shot right through your thumb and embedded itself in your throat.

You should’ve listened to me and sat still.

Now, look at what you’ve done.

I tried to make something so utterly grotesque look beautiful through my art and you’ve ruined it.

You completely disturbed my flow.

How can I remove the metal splinter from the canvas without destroying my masterpiece?

Frustrated, I take a moment to breathe, to think, pacing back and forth.

Now, you’ve become a thorn in my very own throat.

How dare you!

If only you were a flower, I’d rip your petals off one by one. with each exhale, with each tear.

I sat, pondering what to do next.

Then I found my hands around your throat, I’ve never felt alive before now, this moment.

An idea comes to me.

Behold, the headless man, my masterpiece.

The ninth nail paved way for the greatest horror art I have ever created.

Hatred only boiled in my stomach for a moment or two.

Acid clawed its way up my own throat but I swallowed it down.

Tears may have seeped from my blackened eyes briefly.

But now, now your dead corpse is just something I wrote.

The flower in my heart bloomed with brand new blood-petals.

I took the ninth nail home with me and my new artwork.

I used it to mount my new delight on the wall of my study.

The ninth nail is all I ever needed to finish what was started.

Goodbye, Stanley.

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Phantom for Eternity by Crimson Quintessence


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When you first glanced at me

I felt your stare

when you approached me

I wasn’t there

All those nights you looked at me

I thought you saw

but you couldn’t see me

you reached up to touch my face

but when you did the wind took my place.

I wanted you to see me

but it wasn’t meant to be

the day I died

you set me free.

I’m always there

you just cannot see

but you can feel me there

I feel your stare

your longing thoughts

I know you once cared

but alas, you are the one who killed me

and I wasn’t prepared

that is why I am no longer there

the one obsession of your stare.

I promise no questions

you’ll tell me no lies

how fast your heart beats

knowing exactly how I died.

I lived once

each night I cried

knowing all but still I tried

it all stopped that day,

the day I died.

I am now a supreme divinity

a constant reminder for you

I am larger than infinity

your phantom for eternity

I will haunt you most certainly

until you take your last breath irreversibly.

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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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Aftermath by Crimson Quintessence


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Once the dust settled

I opened my eyes

what wonderous sights did I see

colors so bright

images delight

as far as my eyes could see

flowers in bloom

lifted all gloom

I danced in the fields so green

spinning around with a tune in my head

a future so bright and clean

the dread in my head

dissipated instead

and I was balanced on life’s perfect dream

the aftermath of the storm

returned me to the norm

of a life I had missed for so long

as I walk along singing my song

I never look back at all that is gone.

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Faded Memories by Crimson Quintessence


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Faded Memories

As I gaze upon the night sky

I’ve forgotten what you look like

nothing but a faded memory now

but it’s alright

there are no plans to revisit that past 

It’s gone, all but a small cloud of dust.

Faded away and set adrift

so much wasted time

but I’m not angry,

not sad,

not even moved in any direction

I feel nothingness

I’ve become numb to it all.

I know I got myself through the storm of your turbulence

the blood which was siphoned from my veins has regenerated itself

and I’m not missing a drop.

I’ve forgotten your eyes,

now hollow black holes

nothing left but a fading shadow.

It’s funny, how time and maturity look past and laugh at the wasted moments

and, as I chuckle at myself for ever believing you were true, real or sincere in anything you said to me,

I realize it was all just a bad dream

and I rollover and enjoy the best nights sleep I’ve ever had in years.

Those memories fade and I look forward to tomorrow with nothing but peace and serenity in my heart.

I chose peace.

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Musique Zen Anti Stress

Musique Zen Anti Stress

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Zen paradise garden

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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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Destiny’s Girl by Crimson Quintessence


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WARPAINT by DestinyBlue

There’s no such things as sides

not the way you’re thinking

there is such a thing as self

never let anyone place you high upon a shelf

collecting dust.

Self discovery is a must 

awareness of your own tolerance

forgive the past

it is there for a reason

dredging is unnecessary

only pain lives there.

Today is new

embrace it

the journey ahead is a great one

you have only yourself to satisfy.

Dreams

colorful and full of life

inside a feeling of beauty and warmth

outside a bright sun, the gentle breeze upon your face

this is where life is.

No longer are you captive to doing just one thing

your time is precious

spend it wisely.

Gone are the pains of the past

a new day dawns

a voyage just begun.

Time to put your own needs first

to live, to thrive, to love being alive

no more rage inside

peace is your name

time to stake your claim.

Raise the dead and you never know what you raise

leave sleeping dogs lie and strive for your best and always survive.

Sides of you are all there

complete,inside and outside

these are the only sides you will ever need.

Destiny’s girl, with freewill

the path to your future.

Trust by DestinyBlue

Trust by DestinyBlue

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The Lure


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Cast the line

with baited hook

a glancing eye

a fatal look.

The hunter swift

circles its prey

devour another

day after day.

Cunning and slick

but the prey gets wise

slips from the trap

uncovering the hunter’s blind of disguise.

Freedom at last

blindfold removed and nothing obscure

eyes open wide fashioning new haute couture

ready for a long winter’s nap

far away from the lure.

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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

 THE VOID, the splattery new horror flick from directors Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie

THE VOID, the splattery new horror flick from directors Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie

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