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Bad Vibes AgainI've stood on the railings of bridges
Realizing all I had to do was take one more step to reach my LSD oblivion
And wished I had a pack of Marlbolo lights
That I was the victor instead of the victim
That I’d faded away to nothing but a voice
Instead of the numb needle point nymph with pin pricks in her fingertips
I’ve broken gin bottles at the head and gripped the flesh taut over my switch blade hips with hands that tremble with every pop of the camera bulb cocaine flashes dancing in my eyes
But I’ll never understand the psychology of the devil’s head as he slips pomegranate seeds through the parted lips of my fanged skull while sliding his hand up my skirt
Or the need to rub my hands up and down my thighs in nervous fits, scarring the land with the fire of the roses drenched in my skin
All I know is that I’ve got bad vibes but love is pain and my wrists can’t seem to get enough of it
SickSome thrive in ivory
But my wounds fester
A deep ebony as my
Head begins to quake
My vitals throb as our
Cracked lips dance
Dear god I'm so sick
You're My SinDon’t resist the flames
Tonight we gonna just
Dance dance in the pale
Moon fleshed shadow
Of the the devil’s kick drum
And while the night remains
Young, I’ll turn every nightmare
Into a drip of alcoholic condensation
Haunting the rim of your strawberry
Passion glass and Darling, I'll make
This night a scarlet smooth sin
ControlI have a heart of puppet strings
And you have a handful of sticks
Every blink of your eyes is the
Shake of your manipulation on
The smudged lines of my veins
Sticky FingersDown peach cobbled stones
The juice of delectable sun
Kissed bodies flows into our
Sweet, sweet apple pie lips
As we entwine our limbs in
Warm weathered dances that
Will make the dead sing tonight
In the town, sticky fingers find
Their way through tangled seas
Of hair and cayenne peppered skin
Kiss, kisses spot the bodies of those
In the sugared caress of rosy flesh
All the way down; for tonight, in this
Moment, we shall make love shine
Where is LoveCould it be possible to find
A smile of spread wings and
Lit candles swooning under a
Pregnant breeze; a gaze of storm
Torn waves entwining with the
The salty skin of sun spiced skin;
The tangled serenade of tapped
Melodies telling stories of sweet
Rapture; I’ve had a certain craving
And I’ve searched far and wide, but
For now I wait for the juice to drip
From my chin and reach for another
Fruity song of what we call love
Fourth of July In this day of symbolism, she sits along with the faint wisps of grass with a lit sparkler blazing between her teeth and ponders upon questions quivering on paper mache wings. They flutter upon each other in frenzy in her head, so she decides to choose one. Will you ever be given the freedom to feel? She sits for a moment, savoring the silence panging for a response. She can feel the blades of grass press into her palms and feel the burning sensation of the sparkler on her lips. She can feel, but only externally. Inside there is nothing but the sensation of a burning numbness in her bones. Others around her feel with each pound of their hearts bleeding red, white and blue as they say for their affection for the soil beneath her feet, with each shower of vibrant sparks from the fireworks exploding in the sky overhead, with each touch from those returning home from a life of holding this American façade with strings of blood stained teeth of those who swam in the saltiest of waters,
VibratoEither swaying on the
Arms of a pregnant breeze
Or violently stroking the world
Of crimson thrill amidst swirling
Notes of melting midnight upon
The haunted frame of this violin
And her song to an immortal rose
These fingers vibrate her entire
Being and all she will do is part
Her lips to reveal the sapphire cold
Blood of a symphony for the night
Time to dieThe time has come
I can't wait any longer
My mind is ready
Ending your life is a must
Tormenting me is all you do
Observe as I kill you
Don't be afraid
It won't hurt much
Every life comes to an end after all
Eyeless JackHello, my name is Eyeless Jack. I believe I missed your name.
Oh, you don't want me to hurt you? Well, isn't that a shame.
You see dear, I'm a cannibal, and you'll be my next feast.
But don't worry, I won't eat all of you. Just your kidneys at the least.
I'll cut you open with my scalpel and expose the sumptuous organs.
If you're lucky, I'll only take one, and you might see the light of day again.
Hush now. Stop your crying. Screaming only makes it hurt more.
Continue like this and I promise you you'll be found dead on the floor.
But should you live, make sure that you remember the blue mask with no eyes,
For those who think they can forget are the morsels who always die.
The First Cut.A drop of blood works its way down,
my wrist like a tear drop.
Similar to when my father gave me both
the first time he came home drunk.
But I loved it.
Now, the blade tangos with the skin on my chest,
the two dancers becoming more intimate,
day by day, slowly moving into newer locations.
They leave behind their trail of work, but I am
their only audience.
But one day, he goes too far,
he pushes her too far and suddenly
They stop dancing.
He lets go.
The stage falls down and stops breathing.
HerobrineHerobrine, here, not to be confused with Steve.
If you're a hater of Minecraft, then you might as well just leave.
My white eyes will bore into you and pierce your very soul.
Crossing my path will lead you to a fate truly foul.
If you're a masochist I'll give you what you need.
I'll chop you up with my diamond sword so you're cut up and bleed.
I'll sneak in through your console if you dare to cross my path.
I'll whack you with my pickaxe until you beg for death.
Maybe I will kill you or make you my digital slave.
Maybe you should have known not to be so naive.
When you're found, your soulless body will be all that's left of you.
You're trapped in Minecraft now and we're not finished till I say we're through.
treasure seekerRule I.
what breathes and moves through the deep, belongs to the deep
you walk and darkness follows
bleeding like rain
of dusty shadows
from the highest ceilings
from their weeping slots
of bone and broken
you walk fast
and yet nothing else
moves in the dark
but that ghastly
of your hopeful
my treasure dreamer
everything is dead
deep under ground
even an echo
even a sigh
did you forget?
do not turn back, treasure seeker
do not turn around
my greedy soul
it's too late
far too late
there is a demon
with eyes like
pits of ember
and he won't let you go
how he laughs
like a fierce hellfire down down
in the deeps
through the underground
where nothing lives
not an echo
and he won't leave you alone
I Speak the LightI speak the Light
To write in gilded ink
Seraphs in my quill
The wings from page to page
They sing the words I write
The shadows turn to ash
Their wings melt away
Whisked into darkness
Pointed ears to horns
And silver locks to fire
These, my child,
Are the ones we smite.
Flight, robbed by rusted shears
I speak the Light
Masky and HoodieWhat up guys? I'm Masky. I work for Slenderman.
So does Hoodie. We're his proxies. Try to escape us if you can.
You may think we're just humans but we can still bring you loss.
Slender sickness isn't a trait that solely belongs to our boss.
We'll lead you into Slender's woods where you'll find all his pages.
Try and run while you can but you cannot escape us.
Just surrender to your fate cause there's no way to escape.
You can run but can't hide. No right choices can you make.
You see, if our boss doesn't kill you, we will.
You might as well just swallow your future like a pill.
Either way you look at this, we know you're gonna die.
Wandering into Slender's words means you'll never make it out alive.
Death and Pupils of MolassesFallen leaves and broken bones sound the same
Underneath steps of stone
Golden irises and pupils of molasses haunt my hooded lids
The wind sings notes of ghostlike melodies; possessing my ringing ears
Past lives fall gently to the ground like leaves
The blood of the lost bringing colors to piles of ash
Death calls the cold wet earth home; crunching underneath our feet
The dead have come back to us in the bloody shades of autumn
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