Follow along ...
the porcelain doll fell from the wall
And when she cracked...
It all came back!
escaped in vapors
Seeping into the wooden floorboards
Like oozing wounds
And **** from sores...
Putrid the smell
Straight from hell
Now loose from its porcelain confines
The binding inscriptions
Are Your worst fears
Your deepest convictions
Your frightened tears
Dollie’s secrets and admissions
She heard your payers and your childish wishes
Also your sins you whispered into
Her tiny white ear
Yes she could hear
And you had forgotten
She know your true black heart was rotten

The boogey man is not a man,
But a monstrous cavity in the minds of the men.
Black corners and shaded wardrobes,
What deamon, boggle, hobgoblin the bedstead-dark holds?


Eyes are sticked on the darkness,
Noble nowhere: the wide pupil is seeing far less,
While the truth is under your nose:
Thousand lies' eyes lie upon you that no one knows now.


Spiders? Rat snakes? What's hidden there?
No one knows and no one cares by-chance you barely dare;
It's you and your mind - your demons
Who barely care - its self-destruction deepens itself.


Dark room, wardrobe and under-bed;
Darkness dwells in none of among them, but in your head.
Empty-headed pics of crassness,
Made by no boogey, but an ignorant's recklessness.


Put away your holy water;
No need for illusive Jinn-conjurer Gin-tonics.
Darkness knows one weapon: homage;
Nightmares can be killed only through the light of knowledge.


Black corners and shaded wardrobes,
What morbid poison, what fearful drug your brain cells hold?
Embrace no torch, no crucifix;
The thirst of knowledge dries out every grim-naughty pics.

Paglalang ra daw sa'kong hunahuna,
Ang bugnaw na kakulba ni gakos sa'kong tutunlan,
Ako gayod kahibalo na naa sila sa atong kalibutan,
Sa hayag na bulan, ug sa bugnaw na mga dalan,
aduna'y tiguwang naghuwat kanako sa atbang,
siya kay niduol ug nangayo sa akong pangalan,
nisuway ko'g dagan, ug ako'y nakuratan; gikuptan,
'di kalihok ug 'di kadagan, wa nako kaibaw asa akong padulngan,
pero ingon sila, paglalang ra daw sa'kong hunahuna,
nag bulong sa akoa ang mga taligsik,
sa dihang nikusog ang dalugdog,
akong panit namugnaw, ug akong mga balahibo nitindog,
Ingon si mama,
limbong ra daw kini ug paglalang sa'kong hunahuna.

I want roses to grow inside my lungs
Its okay if their thorns ***** my sides, and the blood pools inside my chest
Its okay so long as
I can ***** rose petals
And choke on their ever growing vines.