#ahs
They watched me carefully,
fluttering in my cage, pointing at my hair.
"how fierce" said the old man with the crooked teeth.
I pressed my clawed hands against the solid bars,
widening my yellow eyes.
"no, not fierce." said the old woman with the cane.
Her leather face turned upwards, smiling,
the skin, stretching like it had not practiced that action,
in a very long time.
"how free."
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:09 AM UTC
I told myself not to fall back into you're arms
that you were out to get me
even though you were the only person I had
I told myself that your words were lies
that you were just lying to me
I told myself not to get to comfortable
because it will all be gone soon
I told myself not to fall in love with you
because you are sick and insane
But I guess I loved it like the cigarettes I smoke
you were my drug
that kept me so high
for so long.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
I wish to learn the secrets, so eternal
of spiritual transformation
To know the ways of the Ferryman
To usher souls through and beyond
I long to master the art
of cosmic transference
To carry the departed
to their resting place
And to be their guardian
It is not an act of hate,
Sick lust or twisted love
it is not the fault of rage
Nor is it for fun.
I do it in the name of
inhuman artistry
My life i've dedicated
To the Reaper's harvesting.
This world is such an ugly place
I'm your savior in a way
I cut you loose and set you free
I grant your spirit liberty...
Evil exists in all colors and codes
there's every kind of shape and size
A world ablaze, drowning in torture and ****
We could use a few more minds
like mine.
I am not a killer.
I am an apprentice of death.
I will guide your spirit home
on the wings of your last breath.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 5:42 AM UTC