Dec 2013
Your death’s still fresh!
Like a newborn,
Everyday
Emerging into my mind!
Blossoming!
Forever here to stay!
Recollections of your ******—
Oh! What a blessed time!—
Keep me warm at night
As I relive that treasured crime!
Memories of that moment;
Of your long awaited demise
Always are a part of me,
And replay in my eyes.
I remember how you cried.
I remember all your screams.
I remember when you died.
I relive it in my dreams.
You twisted ******* *******
I hope you rot in Hell.
And when I die and descend
I’ll torture you as well!
I am what you made of me.
You were the birth of your own death.
And the monster that I’ve become
Was born of your last breath.
Like a newborn,
Everyday
Emerging into my mind!
Blossoming!
Forever here to stay!
Recollections of your ******—
Oh! What a blessed time!—
Keep me warm at night
As I relive that treasured crime!
Memories of that moment;
Of your long awaited demise
Always are a part of me,
And replay in my eyes.
I remember how you cried.
I remember all your screams.
I remember when you died.
I relive it in my dreams.
You twisted ******* *******
I hope you rot in Hell.
And when I die and descend
I’ll torture you as well!
I am what you made of me.
You were the birth of your own death.
And the monster that I’ve become
Was born of your last breath.
This is one of the songs I wrote to accompany "Curtain Call: A Death Metal Novel" (now available on Amazon). This was the first novel I'd written that incorporated any sort of poetry/poetic attempts, and though the narrative (nearly 80,000-words) took only five weeks to write, the songs (each less than a page in length and totaling to about 25 different "tracks") took a torturous three weeks.
I gained a whole new degree of respect for song writers with this project.
I gained a whole new degree of respect for song writers with this project.
