there once was a mystic
known worldwide
who delighted in the blood and pain
and suffering brought mirth to his eyes

heartbreak gave him searing excitement
stress gave him nothing but smiles
he'd rather watch an be rortured by an iron maiden
than watch someone smile for a moment

yes he was sickening, deplorable even
but yet he resides in everyone breathin
wait... what? There's a twisted mystic in all of us,
yes, he lives and breathes in all beings

he arises when the lust for revenge overcomes our common sense

Wrought from the hate from a world that's old.
Made with a heart of gold, a very unique mold.
Tempered with the heat of forgotten lore,
the creator saw his revenge's hope soar.

Brought from the depths of a mountain core,
where the rage was bold as the creator swore.
Awaken twilight titan with a mighty roar!
decorate hell's halls with endless gore.

Running in an endless chase
and into the dark of an empty space,
he whets his blade with earnest blood
and yet he thirsts for more and more.

Now run little man as your end unfolds.
A cursed giant follows your every step,
hidden in lies, corruption and hate,
await your justice as it was foretold.

Cold are the hands grasping at your soul,
he dwells in shadow behind your mind's door.
He lies patiently in wait for death bell's toll,
making terrifying sounds you cant just ignore.

A year gone past she met him there,
She met him by the brook,
Perhaps there to steal away with him
Or recover the heart he took.

She was a child,a sweet young girl,
Poisoned by her heart,
Dammed to cry her foolish tears,
Dammed by this sinful art.

It's true he had more years than her,
How many know one knew,
For he was a stranger in these parts,
A stranger "just passing through"

He murdered innocence with skilful eyes,
Well practiced eyes I thought,
And told her "he would love her always"
At least until he got caught.

She was a fool who could not see,
The truth that he did hide,
The angels cage of peaceful dove,
Held the raven deep inside.

A year gone past she met him there,
She met him with her hope,
And I watched her,my sister there,
As he bound her love with rope.

A rope that cut and burned and bound,
A scream that she let fly,
As it went tight and ceased to move,
As all time passed her by.

A week gone passed I met him there,
I met him at the brook,
To scream and shout and hurt him there
To avenge the life he took.

I wish for your glorious garden to wither,
your tree to shudder and  fall in the forest.
Your stars to hang limp upon the heavens,
and your moon to turn to a sulphurous pond!

I wish for your humour to sour in your mouth!
And your thoughts to dwell in incoherent confusion,
your keen logic to become a pile of rubble,
and for happiness to elude you constantly.

Mark my words
Like you mark calendar,
With a bright red pen,
Because you'll be haunted by them
Like they are the date of your death.

In the end those who you think will save you end up destroying you.

How deadly is the sight of the flying witch,
she's mighty and flawless, her name is Lynn
elegant and graceful in her broom she'll go,
All of her victims had that exact same thought.

She seizes you with kind words
and for your soul offers you gold.
With her, you enjoy flying,
for you trust you won't fall.

Once in her cave, she speaks with friendly words
she fills your belly and fabricates a loving home,
It's hard to see her as from the underworld
It's hard to see what's about to come.

Before you realize she attempts to take control,
eating the brains of whom you call your own.
She's yelling and screaming, how putrid is her soul.
The witch is evil, but no one cares of what you know.

Now down the stairs she complacently goes,
raises an eyebrow, it's diabolical, it's smug
she then smiles to her husband, a mere puppet of hers
Satan is that woman, the witch who yells.

Misty dreams flow shimmering through empty catacombs.
Floating effortlessly, the galaxy I see blows straight through me.
Above and all around, you gotta go up in order to get down.
Twisting visions morph into view.
I cast them aside with the wave of my hand.
Shadows cast upon the wall,
you never know they're there at all.
Spiteful demons invoking chant,
laughing hysterically as you fall.

I can simply pass through the wall.
Dissolving dimensions of your matter, within me.
I can consume your eternity,
Know that I know you like no one else knows you.
Hide your eyes, it's no surprise.
The tangible world filled with your lies.
I pay no head to the convulsive cries.
There is no need, for all things die.

© Crystal Erickson 5/19/08