Summer Mourn

And the wind shall rise.
Bleeding from your eyes.
The summer blood will
pour.

Deep upon the shore.

Wisked away from your soul.
A carnival of masks worn
for speicific tasks.
You'll feel the wind arise.

Bleeding down your thighs.

As the knife he used,Rips
the skin so delicate and
tender.

Born again a bloody mess
in a beautiful morning
splendor.

That summer morn. They
found you torn. From
your pretty face to your
petite feet.

The summer morning death
arose on the wind.

To bleed from your eyes.

Giving you the gift of all.
To show your inhuman lies.

And so the wind has risen.

Taken you to the torturous
bleeding summer prison.
Death has come to this place.

Where you'll rest until they
find you bloody and torn on a
beautiful summer morn.

 

 

Long after Death

Grass that once was green
now stained Blood red .

A place of innocents now
known as a tormented evil
place .

The blood that was spilled
was not of his own.

But that of a young inoccent
girl. Beaten and raped than
and left for dead .

That girl had no face she was
all of us.

He didn't know what would
happen.If he took her on to
himself.

He didn't realize he had
spoken. What it was that
was torturing in itself.

He had no intention of
doing what became the horror
of the town.

But the knife that he was
carrying and the blood of
sweet Mary.

Were the present of nightmares
that brought him down.
He saw in himself after in
was over.

The image of what once would
have been called a man .
But what he saw was the devil
standing before him with the
knife at his wrists in his
hands.

He knew what would come next
the tortue,the torment of the
Hell he had brought by his
own hand.

The image was to much and with
just a touch brought the blood
forth from his wrist.

He repeated the rythm which left
him there standing bleeding to
death not just a boy now a man.

He put it to rest with the note
that he left. Telling of what
he done.

Now the torture, the evil
it knows will never be gone.

For he brought with himself an
evil that won't die .

A legacy of damnation a torment
that will carry on itself.

 

 

Last Rights of a Murderer

Hell froze over today and I said
fuck this world and its ways.
Looks like the devils back in
town.

So whats the upside of down?

To what do I owe this great honor?
You came to kill me right ?
Don't just stand there with the
knife in your hand saying
Goodnight.

Slice my wrists with just your eyes.
Steal my soul with your breathless
sighs.

Take me to the frozen gates of Hell.
Show me then were evil used to dwell.

Take your calus cold hands off me .
I know the way dumb fuck I can see.

But don't you see. I killed.
The little evils of the world.

The things I did the people I cut.
So little time for the slut.
Where is she now? What the Hell
do I care ?

So her life was hard she said it's
not fair. She deserved what she got
little slut bitch.

It was over in a minute with a
sigh and a twitch.

So I killed for pleasure of my pain.
What's the big deal? If I'm inoccent
or insane.

You've made up your mind I deserve to
die.

I know you think I am evil. I see it
in your eyes. Pull your switches turn
out the light.

Somewhere above your heads I'll be
resting tonight.

 

 

Tortures of the Mind

Guilt and lies laced with death.
I let him lean upon my breast.
he suffers great for his wrongs.
What's the problem run out of
songs.

His truth is only that which he
knows. His horror is that which he
let flow.

The torture is knowing it will not
decline. But give them his defeat
an invitation to dine.

Yet he will not die so slowly it
will be long and treachours for
me. Because I am the one he trusts.
I must kill him before dusk.

But I don't know how to begin my
plan. Should I kill him quickly
and let myself be damned.

There is no reason to be seen. Why
kill him? When its myself that needs
to be clean.

Yet if i do not they will take my
soul instead. Take me to the place
of the dead. I am already there so
what should I care.

If I can no longer move and my eyes
just stare. This is the problem no
blame to be rested.

In the earth is where I should be.
Instead my corpse walks and remains
to be seen.

My heart coming out of my chest.
In a great disasterous mess.
The one who can not die. But
walk eternally.

One damned by God for all the
world to see. It should be over
my Hell at its end.

But that's not what this plan
intends. I'll walk till the rest
has fallen apart. Till the world
comes to its end.

My torture will not end. It
must go on. My life,my word ever
so long.

 

Death's Depression

Screw the fucking shit falls of this town.
The Hell with the souls I've had to bring
down. My death is now complete.

I fell face down at his feet. Who was he?
I couldn't tell. All I know is he saw my eyes
before I could bring him to Hell.

I said to his face what's the purpose if
not for pleasure. He told me all evil is
of a splendor.

So he took me instead of the other way
around. He showed me the darkness.
Where I was to be crowned.

He said just listen do you hear them?
I listened and found that the souls I
had took found their way to the bloodest
of ground.

The earth which we stood on was not of
dirt. But of brains,hearts,and blood.
The heart,body,soul and mind.

The place we are to arrive. Far out of time.
But to be rebuilt he said with a soul such
as mine.

So he leads down the blood soaked roads.
Down the twists and turns. Past dead bodies
dumped by the load.

The bodies of which I can not tell if they
are human or those from what used to be Hell.

We walked we wait. Wandering to were we will
stay. As we stop to sleep at light. You hear
those souls around us say . Goodnight .

But the truth will be. Our last will be this
fight. We've died our last death so there is
no end. So we fight and they'll die till
theres no one left to stand.

 

 

May 2,1998 1:24AM

No never will it be clean. Theres
plenty more to be seen. So my homes
gone. Hell wasn't much anyways.

I'll stay here make this a place to
live. You know what they say before
you recieve you've got to give.

So I'll clean the filthy souls of
this town. Then we'll know. If theres
an upside to down.

I'll take her down to frozen depths
so deep. She'll never even wake from
her sleep.

What's the matter not gruesome enough
for you. To bad bitch the angels have
already taken there last rights and
fell.

The man that ruled there see he'll show
you Hell. I know you love her but she is
mine now .

I'll take her to a nice place. One she'll
hate real fine. I'll show her things she
didn't know.

If I let her live. She'll say to you so.
I have to take her with me. Kiss her an
extra time tonight .

Because she won't be there by morning
light. I promise I'll hurt her as much
as I know how.

Don't worry she's safe now.
Inside my Hell. Tonight I'll come
show her the way.

To find her insane thoughts that will
bring her where I stay. I'll make her
as good a killer as me.

You just wait we'll be back so you can
see.