I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip.Like a corpse in a shallow grave, corruption rises to the surface...
Fallen angel, crashes dead, out of control.
Lost memories, staircase twists.
Darker rooms lit with left out toys.
After playing, changes toys into,
Twisted playthings on the staircase fools.
Whose weapons represents the killing game.
Who taught the killing game?
Who taught the killing game?
Awaken. Eyes sewn wearing glasses dripping, tap tap temple door.
Locked inside, scream inner scraping, tooth and nail. Nowhere to go.
Quiet, retraces, forcing light tears. Then pretend nothing blinds.
Blinds closed in sanctuary. Closed in sanctuary.
Padded walls, not quiet. Storm's fury burnt out. Killing time.
Who taught the killing game?
Time's taught the killing game, herself.
No. I taught the killing game. First.
Passing words. Distant pain. Remember trains of thought collide.
No one view window.
Pushing faces through, shards cold glass. Poke bloody holes, exposed.
I taught the killing game first.
I taught the killing game. First.
Tongue lash spewing red. Tortured animals, wake up time.
Beckons death upon myself. Eyes travelled harden.
Strange no stronger feeling.
Tempting motion, slows to a crawl.
Places his weaponry and it's a trap.
Let go, the springs snap shut.
Gazes show sharper teeth, giving in, to the jaws of death.
I taught the killing game.
I taught the killing game. First.Fall fires burning neath black twisted boughs.
Sacrifice - to above.
Smoke swirling quickly towards misting clouds.
Offering - of this blood.
Into the flames and without shame - consumed with howls and screams.
Pumpkins grin - in their despair - on all - hallows eve.
Cruel be the wind as it quells my words.
I shout out - to the rain.
Incantations I've so hope you've heard - that you - live again.
From deep earth brings forth rebirth witness but I shant believe.
From below a chilling glow - on all - hallows eve.
Be spiderwebbed and glazed in frost.
She wears death - beautifully.
More stunning now - than in her life - on a bed - of autumn leaves.
Into her eyes and quite surprised I whispered don't you leave.
Sing macabre songs and we'll dance til dawn - on all hallows eve.
Cold is the night in so many ways.
Luna round - full and bright.
Deep be the mud on the fresh dug graves.
On yours - I recite. An ancient spell I know so well success is guaranteed.
I'll bring you back from where you've gone.
On All Hallows Eve.
