Nov 2018
I live in Greece within the black bricks of my castle. Bricks of creepy crawlers and black blood dripping between them. And oh did I mention? I love ******* blood. My castle is the sound of evil. The sounds that make the muscles of your heart tighten with incredible force, sending gushes of blood down your veins in a single movement. You will feel your whole body shaking and you will hear your heart thumping in your ears. The fear is taken hold where I **** and bury all my patients.
The sound of their screaming lingers lusciously in my ear into my skull of centipedes and grub. So satisfying. My long red dress is comfortably numb. I hear the wolves howling as the moon hits the sky. A little bite like when I slice my victims into a plate of nourishment.
“I’ve lost a part of me, so tell your friends to sharpen their teeth. There’s a few quid to be made. My soul’s a sorry state, so come on down you empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start sing. Leeches come from out the dark and the rats come out of the holes they call home.”
I will walk down my sacred hall of summoning ghosts. The clicking of my black and white shiny saddle shoes echoes throughout the whole castle. The lights flicker and my feet snicker. My ears shatter and the mice scatter.
“Do you feel the chill, clawing at the back of your neck? Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business.”
This castle I own is the sound of mistress and misery. The misery’s shadow that twisted along the ground from the church across the street. Desperate cries within that burning church that was pelted. Not an ounce of sky is not filled with the blood curdling screams as the crimson moon turns its shape. It goes on and on.
“Don't say I'm better off dead. 'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me. Won't you make some room in your bed? Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart and throw away the key. Won't you take me out of my head?”
Nobody will hear the annoying buzz on your cell phone ring when I rip your nails right off your flesh. Nobody will hear you scream when drill a nasty abyss through the back of your neck. You won’t find the rumbling thunder in the dark shivering sky. All the sounds that feed me. I’m getting pale, I must find more. My thirst is boiling up and my blood is thickening. It’s so dark I can’t see, the evil inside of me. This dark and lonely world is all that will be.
The sound of their screaming lingers lusciously in my ear into my skull of centipedes and grub. So satisfying. My long red dress is comfortably numb. I hear the wolves howling as the moon hits the sky. A little bite like when I slice my victims into a plate of nourishment.
“I’ve lost a part of me, so tell your friends to sharpen their teeth. There’s a few quid to be made. My soul’s a sorry state, so come on down you empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start sing. Leeches come from out the dark and the rats come out of the holes they call home.”
I will walk down my sacred hall of summoning ghosts. The clicking of my black and white shiny saddle shoes echoes throughout the whole castle. The lights flicker and my feet snicker. My ears shatter and the mice scatter.
“Do you feel the chill, clawing at the back of your neck? Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business.”
This castle I own is the sound of mistress and misery. The misery’s shadow that twisted along the ground from the church across the street. Desperate cries within that burning church that was pelted. Not an ounce of sky is not filled with the blood curdling screams as the crimson moon turns its shape. It goes on and on.
“Don't say I'm better off dead. 'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me. Won't you make some room in your bed? Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart and throw away the key. Won't you take me out of my head?”
Nobody will hear the annoying buzz on your cell phone ring when I rip your nails right off your flesh. Nobody will hear you scream when drill a nasty abyss through the back of your neck. You won’t find the rumbling thunder in the dark shivering sky. All the sounds that feed me. I’m getting pale, I must find more. My thirst is boiling up and my blood is thickening. It’s so dark I can’t see, the evil inside of me. This dark and lonely world is all that will be.
