Come Her Name`Come her name, followed an image of an Angel… lush-like hair that any grateful hand could comb through, a smile that could melt the heart of one, ocean-blue eyes that made even the brightest star amongst the blackest night seem dim. Yet this is not an Angel that bears halo or wings. She walks, no, floats along with smooth steps and swaying hips, to be examined by passing eyes taking in the beauty that makes the very heart of those to sink deep into their stomach out of adoration. She also bears a cute laugh, one that could make those that made her laugh, laugh also, bringing out a smile, a smile that could soften the most solid of stone hearCome Her Name
Scratch It AwayScratch it awayScratch It Away
I close my eyes but not my head Not sure how it was fed I’ve been taking the fall It’ll eventually kill us all But I won’t be the fool for long I won’t be the fool for long I’m leaving so you don’t have to And I won’t give the chance of another way And I won’t live the chance of another day
A deepened itch, right here on my wrist I can cure it, now if you insist Scratch it, scratch it, scratch it away Now if you insist
Six feet of shoveled hate Boot me off the stage Maybe I leveled a little too late Turn t
breatheThe air is cold. You don't want to breathe. Suffocate me. Suffocate me. My lungs implode and, it's cold, so cold.breathe
The knife is sharp; The light is blinding. Impale me and numb my eyes.
That water is boiling. You want me to fry. Dive in. Dive in. Turn into steam and, it's hell, fucking hell.
The gun is loaded; That man's a rapist. Shoot me and tell him I'm helpless.
The dog is rabid. You don't like when i bleed Bait it. Bait it. I like his teeth in me and, his mouth is
Vampire Poem 2Shed these tears of crimson For past and present sins Each time almost hoping That they won't let me in So I can't keep adding to my sins In a life like mine Sadly, no one winsVampire Poem 2
You know I've tried to fight it But the battle is lost before it starts This hunger deep inside me Burns me to my very heart Until to pain I give in This mind gets harder to live in These lips get stained with crimson As I send another to Heaven
Alas, it makes my soul ache And cry out for release But no such ending for me I'm a vampire There'l
IncubiHe shuddered like a man on his death bed, watching those dark thoughts infest his sad head. They muttered secrets he kept from his wife, they saw his affair and his other life.Incubi
They kissed his dreams with his own wicked lies, fastened to his mind, and never untied. He missed when the incubi ignored him, but they swore the man would retain his sin.
Imps by the thousands poured guilt in his blood, it thickened with hurt to deep painful mud. He tried to move, but his muscles were scorn, and in each second more hate thoughts were born.
The man had no choi
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