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Horror & Macabre

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I know what I'm gonna do, now its stuck in my head.  Its 11:50pm,  
and at midnight, I'll be dead.  grab a piece of paper, the pen and the knife,  Write down every word,  The words I say before I end my life.  The letter's done,  And its 11:52pm,  I don't want to be saved, I've fallen from the sun.  Take the knife in my hand, get ready, get set go.  The tears are falling down,  But, no one will know.  Its 11:55pm, and I'm shocked how much blood can come,  from one little gash,  It looks like soon, I'll be done.  Its 11:56pm, and My head is getting light.  I sit do in Ballad
Daca m-ai crede cand iti spun  Ca sunt trist, nebun si singur  Nu ai crede-o vorba-n fum  Care spune doar, desigur  Vorbe dulci si vorbe-amare  Alungandu-mi batranetea  Numai vorbe trecatoare  Care-mi rad usor tristetea  Si atunci, acum, tot timpul  Pentru tot ce am avut  Sa-ti mai vad o data chipul  Sa ma bucur de-un sarut   
Am imbatranit, asta este adevarul  Ma simt mai batran ca tine  Iti vad ochii, fruntea, parul  Iti simt mainile fine   
Dar batran, nebun si singur  Oglindesc tristeti ascunse  Care-mi soptesc doar, desigur  Vise simp in Song
See what you fear to touch,  Touch what you fear to take.   
I'm not your fucking doll.  I never said I was.  Take your needles out of my eyes.   
Hypothetically speaking:  If I had a head,  And you had a head,  And I hammered a stake through yours;  You'd probably fall over.   
Hypothetically speaking:  If you broke my neck,  And I slit your throat;  Which one of us would still be standing?   
LOOK WITH YOUR EYES AND NOT WITH YOUR CLAWS. in Open
I need someone to love me.  I need someone to want me there.  I need someone to hold me.  I need someone to care.   
Please forgive my selfish soul  As I ask for angel wings,  So that I may fly to heaven  Where I’ll never be alone again.   
All I see is crimson.  My vision is going fast.  Death sings a serene song,  So I know this pain won’t last.   
I’m slipping further into darkness  Seeing things the eyes should never see.  A note written in blood says  “Please forgive me”. in Open
I answer the door;  It's the men in white.  They take me away,  In hopes I'll see th' light.   
They lock me up tight,  In a rubber-walled room.  With a jacket of straight,  They have sealed my doom.   
Each day ticks by,  Ever so slow.  As each second goes by,  I am more my own foe.   
He comes to visit,  I give him a glare.  "You're why I'm here,"  I say, a threat'ning air.   
They lock me back up,  tied tight to a wall.  They sigh and they nod.  For my mind has beg'n to crawl. in Fixed
hear the triumphant battle cries ;  watch how fast the weak one dies .  the battle horn violently screams  as the child realized these were her dreams .  blood streams from wounds  to weak feet , as the body falls down ,  the battle is so loud , one person can't drown  the sound ; it's overwhelming ,  like the presence of a new King  to reign and take over ;  to make the choir sing .  watch fallen soldiers crawl through dirt .  they get trampled , they get hurt .  bones crushing ,  blood gushing ,  as others keep running ; rushing .  this is everything that nobody in Open
Did you ever think as the hearse rolls by  That some of these days you must surly die?  They'll take you away in a big black sack  They'll take you away but they wont bring you back  And your eyes drop out and you teeth fall in  And the worms crawl over your mouth and chin  And the worms crawl out and the worms crawl in  And your limbs drop off limb by limb in Spoken Word
in Open
Oh how I loved him  Before  When I new nothing of this world  Before  Now a vengance fills my  Silent, still heart  Did he truly ever love me?  Or was it just a taste  Though I know how he feels  
Though I can never quench  This unbearable thirst  I can never forgive him  I can never forget him in Open
A gleaming new iPod rests upon your desk.  You turn it on, selecting  
The Cicada Song. The battery is dangerously low,  but the harsh bass guitar  slices through your train of thought,  and you remember…   
A grunt. A slight cry.  You walk down the street, head bobbing to familiar lyrics.  “Tonight I have decided that there’s only one way out…”  Rounding a corner to walk down an ominous alley,  eyes widen in surprise.  A broad-shouldered man with sunken knuckles  hunches over a battered, bloody man  with a freshly-broken nose.  Crimson liquid in Open
It's been five years now...   
Five years from the pain and suffering...  Those five years ago where I lay shivering, two gunshots in my side, just missing my heart.  Those five years ago where I lay over a stone-dead body of my best friend,his warm blood spilling over my hands.  Those five years ago where I turned on his father.  Those five years ago where I lay with a blood soaking my shirt.  Those five years ago where I woke in the hospital with my side bandaged.   
Those five years later where you can still see my scar.  Those five years later where you can still read the pain in my eyes. in Spoken Word
Colours, bleeding. I felt them swirl about me, trapping me in their sly gaze.  
I was pinned, they knew something about me, how could they have figured it out?  I tried to hide it, I grabbed at myself, tearing my still-beating heart from my chest.   
"Here, take it!" I screamed at them, but they would not relent.   
I was swept away in their dizzying depths, plunged under.  
In a rare moment of clarity, I realized  
I would never  
surface  
again. in Open
A bit of dirty love.  A bit of coagulated blood.  Just a bit.  Not too much.  People might say its kinky.  The things we just did, I mean.  I’d like to think that its quite unique.  A love like this can’t be tamed.  A passion set aflame.  Do it because it makes you feel good.  Its love.  There is no rulebook.  So have your tea and crumpets.  Then slip into something more comfortable.  This will only end well.  For you I would give it all.  This can only be right.  Love is a language.  It is translated differently for every individual.  Kee in Open
Boogie Man will come for you, he will come and get you, blood will drop around the clock, as we dance around the crops. We will get you, we will get you, as you crack with your neck snapped with the vine of blood divine. Dance across the vine of death, laugh and play with a corpse today. Bye Bye, you just died. in Song
I have a present for you,  A simple deep black rose  The red ones are so common  And I wanted this to be special   
You see the red ones are beautiful  Blood red- a sight to behold.  They show love, anger and passion  As though they have a soul   
This black one is so very simple  
Just one will do the job.  I grew in my garden  
And treated it with love.  
 
A black rose shows the opposite  
Of it much loved cousin.  It represents death and peace  
After destruction.   
And with this simple rose  I wanted it to tell  How much you mea in Sestina
Come to me, little mortal  I can bring you to heaven's portal  There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain  Feelings of joy will fill your brain   
Come to me, sweet human thing  Give me your heart and I'll make it sing  Forget your fears, leave them behind  Forget the troubles of your kind   
Come to me... yes, that's right  Now hold still, it's no good to fight  I'll take your blood, and leave you dying  Don't you realize I could be lying? in Open
in Spoken Word
Vampire's lust  Running deep in your empty veins  The thirst of your wrath  
Ensures the death of many  The night is no longer safe because of you  No longer safe for people to walk the streets not fearing losing their life  No longer safe to keep their windows open during the warm summer nights  Parents constantly worrying about their children when they're away from the safety of home  Drink up my darling  Prosper in the fear you bring with you  This will be your only love one day  The only thing to get you to understand the error of your ways  And give us the peace we so long have in Open
in Open
Many times she sits there thinking.  She always had one true plan.  But, all collapsed when the death of love,  caused her tragedy.   
Her loved one is gone.  She has nothing to hold on to.  Sometimes, she wonders why she holds on to life.  Why not let go?   
Where does her future go? in Open
in Spoken Word
Here comes his only way of coping,  No sign of stopping but still he's hoping.   
Still he's breathing,  Still he's standing,   
 
This situation overhanding.   
 
Lying back on his bed,  Trying to relax, to rest his head,   
Singing lines from his favorite song,  Thinking of how his life is WRONG!   
Nobody hears,  Nobody CARES   
 
A whole LIFE on a head of stairs!   
 
It's the radio's blast,  The tears from the past.   
Maybe this is all he's ever known?  Even his house isn't his home.   
 
 in Open
in two halfes it slits me  time after time  never ending  that mirror ont he wall  it tells the truth about my soul   
my heart is breaking once again  and all i do is walking straight  as far as my feet can take me  far away,untill i don´t see my life anymore   
i don´t cry  crying is for loosers  they tell me,i´m ill  but i´m not  not as long as she´s here   
she helps me  to find my lost strenght  
and covers my dirty wantings  and i know it´s wrong  but i can´t turn back anymore   
you´ in Fixed
Tear me down  Rip me out  Steal my heart  And replace it with a squeaker  Steal my arms  And replace them with stitches  Steal my legs  And replace them with more stitches  Steal my insides  And replace them with fluff  Take out me eyes  And replace them with coal  Sew me up  And fuck me with needles   
I'll be your voodoo doll... in Open

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