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POEMS
 

Haunted

Dying Devotion Cast To Nothing, My Heart It Weeps

Callous, In That of Time, My Very Soul Lifted Unto A Heaven

Thy Endless Bounty , Bitter Harvest of Pain, Such Lessons Learned

Graven Beauty, Luscious Divinity, Torn To Hate Thus My Rage

Dying Light Holds No Hope, Immortal Torture In That of Great Love

Salvation Was No Saving Grace, But Pestilence For Such Haste

A Very Life For Your Smile, Blackened Am I

Nightmares With No End, Sleep Has No Place

Lost In What Should Have Been, Haunted To The Bone

For Who Am I Now? You Forgot I Am Nothing Without You

Death Internally, Embrace My Pain, Forged In Disgrace

That of Life Holds No Meaning, Absurd Is This

Deject My Mind, Blame Has A Face & It Is My Own

Retched Desire, But Teachings In Futility, Furious Farewell Bathed In Pain

Ruined am I, To Obtain Anothers Heart, Simple Is My Defeat

Constant Reminder, To Burn You from My Mind, Fire Has no Say

Burned My Mind, My Heart & My Very Soul You Did, So Lost Am I

Spirit Crushed , Thoughts Of Happy, Dreams For Someone Else

Seduced To Pine, Forever Forsaken, Grief Is My Chair

Wicked So Judged For My Sins, Cold As Snow In My Shame

You Have No Say My Soul Is Yours, I Give Also My Heart

It Holds No Use

 

 

Burden

 

Emotions ablaze in my minds eye

Frustration my burden

Screams of vain only fuel desire

Set Torture upon my pyre

Brings such pestilence

Reality a labrynth

Such as beyond compair

Feasts of slaughter

Forgoing the valor of pride

Tearing of flesh

The Smell of death

Of chaos & Decay

Very soul of mine possessed

Weighted it sinks

Forsaken into utter black

Lost among the sands of time

Save only for the lips of the damned

 

 

Sinner Slaughter Salvation

 

Beneath The ash & dust of time
A scape of a thousand lives
Subconscious invasion seething pestilence
Manifest corruption then decay
Imagination spews delusion
Four Horsemans will on bloody steads
To carry out your wicked Deeds
Sinner Slaughter Salvation
One Life For Him Then You Die??
How could one even buy this lie??
Life stems from that of a soul
Ghost Demon Etheric Whole
The wars fought the blood in his name
To see that as holy is blind & vain
Look through my eyes honest in sight
Evil Breed strong & true

Chaos , Atrocity Suffer the children
Balance between the two is key
As Always & will be

 

Master

 

Old as dust Earth & Time
Master Worthy Of Humankind
Benevolent yee mighty king
Dust off thine throne
Hunger for chaos
Reign such destruction
1000 years of your glory
An expanse of filth so soon unfolds
Labyrinth's sing of pain in tortures rapture
Screams of the dying , A lovley choir
Horror's on stakes, roasted by flames
Demons lustly seeth decay
Feasts of sin , glutton & pride

Unholy Majesty Behold Thy Power

Very Blood Of Man Calling Thee

 

 

Burning Times

 

Chop Chop the noise she hears all day then to the clank as they stack the pile. Wood sound so curious when you cannot see. Forced to do nothing more then sit and listen as the real monsters prepair one poor girls death.The pyre is ready, sun is down crowds gather. She can hear them speak from her crummy little prison window. such filthy things they say "burn this witch" "mistress of satan be damned" She only17 not even knowing a man doomed to such a fate, footsteps approaching tis' the priests sent to lead her final steps "repent your sins" they say "do not die unclean this day"
All a blur of tears and pain forced on to blocks to burn this day, hands tied behind her waist not even a sachet of podwer to make haste, Smell of smoke then of fire hair and such all amongst this funeral pyre, as she dies this girl they killed Sky opens forth and brings the rain such loss it feels her pain for what we wrought we cannot change

 

 

Run Through This Cemetery

 

No Where To Run
I Find You
Beat You Down To A Bloody Pulp
Slowly Raise My Axe
Drink The Blood That Flows
Hack Away At You Some More
I Can See The organs
Its Time To Bury You Alive
I Grab My Axe And Beat You A Little More
I Dig Your Grave

I Throw You In
I Slowly End Your Life
As All You See Is The Dirt
Covering You More And More

 

Each & every poem on this page is owned & copywritten by, Alicen Porter. [don't steal em I'LL SUE YOU!!!]

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