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I've selected a few dark pieces to chill you all with today. Hope you all enjoy my selection
Time is ticking
Time is ticking,
mouses are clicking.
when tempting technologies are in our reach,
our economies start to breach.
All weaklings will die alike,
when mother nature shall strike.
We always deny
that we rely
on the mercy of mother nature.
We shall face an enemy from outer-space,
eager to destroy the human race.
If this becomes reality most of us start to worry about sanity.
The ones who still have hope create gods and ghosts,
the perfect hosts.
As most of us die and the air is filled with their cries pain,
the strong watch filled with disdain.
As the human race being slain we fair our bane,
it is the day that it will rain, death
The Haunting-GirlI came undone, unwoven,
With the madness of the ill;
And soon I came to be, to be,
The haunting-girl of Albany.
At first they said, they said to me,
"Elizabeth, don't cry."
But in my house on Maple Hill,
I watched my mama die.
My papa really hurt her,
But I can't remember why,
And he beat my mama still,
And still, they said, they said, they said,
"Elizabeth, don't cry."
In days, in days, in days,
I started seeing Mama,
Crawling from the fireplace.
She had burns and blisters on her body,
Tears running down her face, her face.
In a week, a week, they said, they said,
"We go to hell the day we're dead."
And so I saw my mama, mama,
Burning in
Bloody Path, SoulYou're caked in blood
But not sweet at all
And taste of rust insted of sugar
You limp, broken and frail
How much longer is this path?
It only echos forgotten memorys
With a voice crying out....
Oh lost traveler
Who has wanderd off the path of God
Heith thy call so may be put back on track
Of forever peace and happiness
So you may see who you have lost
D not decline your fate against the world
For it will only bring pain to you
Preythe wind blows
a chill
it cools my fevered skin
I hear my name
a whisper of hope
a pleading cry for help
starting to run
follow the wind
who is it that calls me
who is it that needs me
follow the sounds
closer
closer
the sun goes down
shadows get longer
I've not found you
give me a sign
are you known to me
what do you want
a fog rolls in
a figure is seen
run
try to hide
my predator
is here
night is your playground
soon
I will be yours
your intentions are clear
my life slips away
no time to cry
I know I'll be back
to see another
dark night sky
Shut in Tightcongested airways cut off
(filtered thoughts can't
catch me I'm fading
into my ribcage
since my chest
is beating on
disordered blinks
look like dialect
that I won't breathe in
because I'm
close to stifled
and my spinal
cords want to tangle
with my brain)
access to breathe.
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