Drinking blood in wine glasses Eating the flesh like they're eating peaches Demons do whatever they pleases Cut the skin Dig deep in the veins Shred the flesh All they need is blood All they need is red All they need is screams All they need is pain Cut the throat Tearing people to pieces ******* the blood out of the chunks The massacre bleeds red The screams do grow Then silent night does come Isn't that what all people strive for? Isn't that what all demons strive for? Isn't that what all power hungry people strive for? They the demons They ****, they ******, they massacre They shed blood of innocent The demons are livin inside us We make sins It's us The humans It's us The demons
She was my everything until she said I ment nothing to her Like a passage in a dream remembered Being that the best are forgotten and relearned like lessons from our past
She had scared my heart and that will last Shes a stranger to me now just as she wanted it Like an old book urning to be read but forbidden to be opened Lonely thoughts of an emptied heart are all that's left How sad is it to be broken and not repaired
She was my other half the one I was certain I was with for life no distraction no strife then all at once she closed her heart and never explained a thing.
It still scares me. The thought of being laid down by loving hands, gazing up at kind and gentle eyes. To feel safe in the arms of a long-ago stranger with a heartbeat now familiar as my own. I am mortified to undress and not hide this skin. To not hate these marks, fearing they will make you uncomfortable. It still scares me to trust the words of ones I love. They would never mean any harm, but humans are faulted. Flawed at heart. There simply is nothing to be said for the wounds healed by salted tears. So I stray from your line of sight. Believe me, this is for your own good. Veer from the possibilities of infinite. This ache is no more than a temporary glimmer of what used to be called hope. An abandoned carnival, full of stories and ghosts hoping to find belonging. I am always taunted by the dark. Even if I still may call it home. Won't you come in? My doors are wide open. I can promise you sight and glory. I can promise forever and mean it too, but beware of my empty promises. A beautiful painting. Won't you come and see my mismatch of watered-down colors? Only those daring to lose all have seen my oceanic storms. Please come closer. It still scares me, but won't you? Come, won't you play haunted house with me?
Take me down to the river to scream Where the fish are alive in the stream Where the heart can loudly beat There we are safe to take a seat Resting our feet from the fire We can clearly see our true desire Let our screams cover it all in black Do not hold anything back We used to have silly little fears But now we face true worldly scares In a river with only so much water Let us fill it with the fears we slaughter In a storm or current that sweep us up Screaming on to fill and fill, now keep it up Let it out and release your cares Let it out so we forget our fears Move on and enjoy the sweet rush of water As if nature our mother and we her daughter
My best friend and I used to visit the river bed often.. To find peace, or enjoy nature, so scream when we had to. It would erase everything when we needed it to.