[September 9, 2016]
[Viewer Discretion Advised]


Shimmering rays of light shine into a room hidden in t­he darkness
Sweat glistening like crystals off an invisible form ­hiding within silence
A crimson puddle sparkles beautifully benea­th the broken tortured
figure
The iron reverberates from shackles­ of a brilliant metallic silver

Within the tortured silence the ­distinct sound of dripping can be heard
The crimson trickles over­ cold stone, reflecting infinite hurt
His breathing mirrors his m­emories filled with a forgotten pain
The unbearable agony he conf­esses confines him more than his
restraints

His consciousness fl­ares as a hollow silhouette enters the disturbing
room
The spark ­blinds his exposed eyes as electricity illuminates the sinister
t­omb
Laid upon a blood-stained table lies tortured tools of meanin­gless
torment
He closes his eyes, preparing to face his inevitabl­e death with false
content

The serial killer walks towards the b­roken figure slumped against the
basement wall
He grabs a metal s­calpel from the aluminum table, before approaching his favorite d­oll
He rips the torn shirt from the victim's torso, exposing his ­muscular,
tender flesh
He drives the scalpel into the abdomen of ­the
tortured soul, hot blood runs fresh

His tightened muscles convulse in response to the aff­licted anguish
Growling in an act of mighty defiance, he strains ­against his own
languish
His mutilated skin shreds, blood explode­s from his mangled wrists
In a snap, his bindings shatter in a in­comprehensible mass of lacerated fists

His splintered lineage dr­ips into a useless heap upon the frozen floor
He limps towards th­e executioner, blinded by rage, his wounds he
ignores
The murdere­r laughs menacingly beneath his obscure concealed mask
Grabbing a­ sledgehammer, the killer breaks the survivor's knee with a
reson­ating crack

Laying his prey upon the blood-stained table, the to­rmentor begins to
operate
He whistles eerily in the empty stone r­oom as his cutting begins to 
mutilate
The suffering hostage watc­hes as his blood splatters against the crooked surgeon
He fades i­n and out of consciousness as the ruthless criminal begins anothe­r insertion

The evil tools render through the slave, blood burst­ing from veins as he slowly chops
Arteries are laced open, blood ­spraying into the air like fountains 
running non-stop
The meat i­s minced, the gore squirts across the forgotten room with a 
new-­found energy
The bones are sliced, the marrow is scraped out with­ a metal pick ever
 so cleverly

Heart still beating, organs inta­ct, the surgeon cauterizes the open 
bleeding
He grabs a hammer a­nd chisel, and drives it into the spine, the slave is beaten
Spin­e fractured, paralyzation imminent, the butcher begins his final ­
progression
He tears open slave's abdomen with his bare hands an­d pulls out his 
intestines

The hot blood turns cold, the tortur­ed reaches his inevitable demise
With chains and hooks, he hangs ­the broken body like laundry to dry
He cleans the room, the blood­-stained table is the only evidence that 
remains
Inside the secr­et slaughterhouse that contains human meat for the 
sadistic insa­ne

[September 5, 2016]



He stares deep into the heart of a transparent mirror of hate
The almighty power of the ancients reflect his wretched fate
They project a morbid future, piled with the bodies he slayed
He is a horrific hero, bound to a world that has forever decayed

He disposes of all his malevolent weapons of agony and grief
He renounces his sword and title, enlightened with nature and belief
He preaches of peace and harmony to a world of malicious authority
His kingdom is invaded by a crusade of the heartless for superiority

For he cannot govern an everlasting kingdom with passion and devotion
Love is for the powerless, a Kingdom could never last with petty emotion
His enemies feed on his inability to rule with absolute dominance
They lay siege to his castles, eventually his kingdom falls to consequence

He walks over to a broken window, it can no longer reveal his reflection
His castle lies in ruin, ramparts shattered by poisonous aggression
He walks to the courtyard, retrieving an evil blade from a crumbled soldier
And faces his enemy, anticipating his arrival with an arrogant composure

In formation, a thousand strong stand before him as the ancients depicted
The oracle is never wrong, two sides collide with each other as predicted
He stands as a message, wishing for prosperity within a hopeless world
His dreams crumble, imperfect in design his nightmares are born with one word

His majestic banners lie tattered, the bodies burn in unforgiving mounds
The crusade marches home, trampling the forgotten dead into the ground
They were never buried, his lessons of tranquility were lost in conflict
For there will never be true unity, as long as men crave power and profit

Even though he had fought for serenity, righteousness and justice
The ignorant world sided with the lies of men who couldn't be trusted
For it is the government of man who decides the fate of his subjects
They fight for their corrupted kingdom, sent to war like disposable insects

[August 30, 2016]
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He carves her body with his blood-stained Knife
He laughs as she bleeds, as he takes her life
He chops the meat up, wraps it by the slice
Puts it in the freezer, buried in the ice
 
They wonder where she went, she's still missing on the news
But she's dead, they're searching for evidence being consumed
The meat so tender, he wears her scent like a perfume
While he devours her, the police cancel their pursuit
 
He finds another victim, walking alone at night
He creeps up behind her, She doesn't put up a fight
She awakes in a basement, blood visible in the dim light
Crimson trickles from a table, wrapped meat stacked tight
 
The butcher walks slowly down his dusty stairs
She pulls at her chains, after seeing his apron and wares
He grabs his blood-stained knife and walks towards her
He stabs her in the chest, and starts cutting without a word
 
She screams and fights, but loses too much blood
She dies with a look of horror on her face, her head drops with a thud
He carves the meat after having his delicious fun
Alone in his basement, he eats with the rising sun

[August 26, 2016]

Frozen inside an iron shell he hates
He lies frozen in time battling his fate
He cannot move, paralyzed he is awake
In a white room they watch him and wait
 
His family stare at him with sorrow and regret
They don't know he can see them watch and accept
The lab coats look at him with ever growing disgust
In hushed whispers, his accidental death they discuss
 
Within his broken mind he battles his growing fear
He fights an unseen enemy, holding him inside a sphere
A ball of thought holds him captive within a useless shell
As if his body were held in place by an evil spell
 
The lab coats group in the room with an evil scheme
They add something to the medicine, then leave him to dream
He lies silently, he awaits his inevitable death
But instead, the dead once more draw breath
 
He breaks the bindings, he tears out cords
He removes the wires, he runs like a corpse
He opens the door, the lab coats run and scream
He stabs them with a pen and slaughters the scene
 
With blood splattered against his clothes
He runs to the light, returning to the life he knows
He escapes his coma, reunites with his enemy
He collapses in front of his family, dying from ketamine

[August 20, 2016]

Her crystal tears fall, masked by the cold rain
The sky matches her misery, her sorrow and pain
She walks slowly up to the person she used to call friend
All the years she had planned, came to an abrupt end

 She looks upon his picture, her vision broken by tears
She pictures holding his hand, remembers his laughter in her ears
She smiles at the painted picture, watching him smile down
And breaks down once more, drowning within her infinite doubt

 She stands next to the beautiful wood, looking upon his cold face
She reaches out to his lifeless hands, holding them forever in place
Her tears drop onto his new suit he never got to wear
She kneels next to him, giving him her one final prayer

 She stands next to him for a long, silent while
Until she is told, it is time for the final goodbye
She will never again see this man's face
For no picture can ever capture his beauty or grace

 He is buried beneath the pouring rain
The world cries with her, they all feel her pain
She walks away after giving him a final kiss
She weeps for him, and the years he will miss

 She closes her eyes, holding him in her embrace
She holds his hand, welcoming the warmth and escape
The vision slowly fades and once more she is alone
Until it is her time, he'll never again come home

[August 18, 2016]

She quietly walks down a broken path of fear
Nothing but the rustle of leaves in her ears
Her steps echo forever down twisted trees so near
The branches silently reach towards her from the rear
 
A blood mist settles in, blinding her way
The evil branches close in, forcing her to stay
The path becomes a forgotten memory, a labyrinth of fate
Gnarled like the trees, her screams trapped beneath her weight
 
Pinned to the frozen ground, the blood begins to pool
Torn and broken from the sinister trees so cruel
Her clothing ripped, she is exposed like a tool
Her tears fall as she screams and fights the ghoul
 
She is a victim to man, flesh man's disease
Many rush towards her broken figure with unease
They run past the criminal, hiding within the trees
To witness the blood that had trickled to her knees
 
She wasn't the first, she cannot be the last
For it will happen in the future, just like in the past
There will always be another victim, another to be gashed
For they will always exist, silently stabbing in the back

[August 16, 2016]

Her tears fall like glistening rain
Shimmering in brilliance, mirroring her pain
Her suffering revealed with drops that stain
Depression is laid open, showers from her veins

 He stands behind her, watching her silent struggle
He sees the dripping blood, but ignores the puddle
She stands with a knife, ready to crumble
He doesn't move, he watches her stumble

 Alone in her life, she slowly cuts away
Hoping to heal, but the wounds remain
And behind her he stands far too late
He watches her cut, but thinks she's okay

 The wounds get deeper, her sorrow deepens
She keeps getting weaker from her demons
She hides behind a smile, behind broken feelings
Until her weeping turns into eternal dreaming 

She is gone, but a stain remains
Upon the floor lies her broken chains
Alone in the doorway he mirrors her pain
Blood drips again in this world of stains