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Moving out of the shadows she transforms herself. In the flickering lights of the dark street she moulds herself Into a form of humanity â Almost perfect. Gliding through the streets she feels a presence: A heady wash of human pulses, Human blood, Pounding already in her temples as if in anticipation Of the kill. She moves like a ghost â silent and sure â Or like a cat â graceful and sleek. Everyone sees her, and yet none perceive her. She is t... Read More
you walked in, your fault. No one notices my musical talents, or at least they don't care. So I play my violin. I try to make it feel better, The red notes pouring down my arms. But nobody cares so I keep on playing. I go numb as I play, fading into my song, my noctourne of blood. The rush, the peace, the release, oh how it soothes me. And I know I should quit but I can't. Only my friends notice me playing. But they'd rather watch and listen to me pla... Read More
Let me out Always caged Let me out Always enraged Let me out I dont want to live this way I promise my love, I will not stray Let me out Fear not, I promise, I will not bite Come closer and just let me out Dare I tell you of my insatible appetite? Wait Don't go Don't leave me here Trapped ... Read More
Nightmare becomes reality Darkness is all I can see Trapped in this grim state All alone inside this place I cannot see my own face I'll never escape I pray someone hears this cry Help me make it out alive Do not hesitate Just help me live one more day Please show me a f***ing way Maybe it's too late I'm desperate to be free Once more be able to breath Before I suffocate I question if I'll be found I scream but there's no sound... Read More
Willingly he did come to me A sacrifice, victuals he would be In this house, condemned to stay I cut him, took his phallus away Watched as he slowly bled to death Oh, I anticipated that final breath For his body to go limp, so weak I hung him by a hook like meat Licked the skin, so sweet the taste Not even an ounce would I waste Piece by piece hacked him apart Bloody hands ripped out his heart His flesh I did so very much crave Bone... Read More
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