A Warning About a Blighted Well

The shadows see and the eyes they bleed the bones do creak and wait for the weak. They stand behind the backs of those the eyes that bleed do watch with intent while the shadows dance to tempt and distract until the claws snatch and drag the hopeless to the bleeding maw within the dark that well of bodies that hold no soul, no sorrow within that well is known for the shadows devoured it all. Their smiles masks for the skeletons, their joy a macabre dance of blood and bones and eyes that stare and seek. Waiting for the sorrow of the poor and pitiful weak, so my advice to you and these darkened nights don’t go by that well of shadows alone for solitude in grief for you’ll find your respite in the bottom of that blighted well quite brief, with only cruel shadows and hungry bones to which to speak.

Bleeding eyes watch me die and breath me last until they grasp my soul in shadow’s home and drag me through the ground to that darkened bleeding throne they grab and dig and steal my sorrow until nothing of grief is left nothing of sorrow nothing of pain the bleeding stopped and I live again to restart the night where it all began. Where bleeding eyes do watch me die and breath my last until they grasp my soul in shadow’s home and drag me through to that darkened and bleeding throne they grab and dig and steal my sorrow until of grief is left nothing of sorrow nothing of pain the bleeding stopped and i live again to restart the night it all began where bleeding eyes do watch me die and breath my last until they grasp my soul in shadow’s home….

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I Am No Saint

I am no saint, I know my taint, my rage and anger so

No sorrow here, no tears do I know

I have tried and found I can not cry, I can not shed a single tear out of sadness or the dread of fear

No, all I know is the tide of anger, that endless rage that marches ever forward, flowing ever towards

Inexorable and unending, never stopping never starting simply being from the beginning

Born with red in my eyes and blood on my hands, dark thoughts spawned by wishing of dark deeds

My anger, my rage, it wishes to feed

Unending, unchanging, the rage is like a tide

Sorry my dear but it never goes out but only comes in

High tide getting higher, the rage growing deeper

The high ground of calm getting ever steeper

I feel naught else it seems, no joy, no sorrow

Just enough rage that I’ve more than enough to let the others borrow

So taste of the wine, taste of this madness of mine, enjoy the rage, enjoy the drink

Let this blood bring you to the furthest brink, till the shore does darken and you feel like you’re out at sea

With nothing but the dark waters and stars to keep you company

Watch that blood red water cover you over, drag you deep

Feel it crush your bones and squeeze your lungs

Know that you are for the Rage to keep

Let this happen, go out to that sea

And then, and then you’ll know what it’s like

What is like to be me

I am no saint, no no saint at all

I’ve enough rage, enough taint to make everyone, to make us all do nothing

Nothing but fall

You see, you see?

You see, you see, I am starting to feel oh so strange.

You see, you see, I’m feeling oh so slightly deranged,

And I see you standing and I watch your form, and wonder if it could be rearranged, perhaps remade.

So hold still, hold still, don’t take a breath, I must work carefully if it’s not to mean your death.

So you see, you see, the strange in me? It’s building and breeding and now you’re just bleeding,

I’ll cut and cut, and soon you’ll see, soon you’ll be pretty, soon you’ll go from broken to beauty, the patchwork queen,

Soon my dear, soon you’ll know it too, the strangeness, that feeling of being slightly deranged!

Just let me fix you, just let me work, you’ll see, you’ll see!

Soon, you’ll be just like me!

Sadness and Madness

Sadness and madness, maddened and lost, forgotten to lust, love dies, denied.

Saddened and maddened, lost to lust the bile rises to defile, vile and ill, evil distilled.

Breaking and broken, shattered hearts left behind, love forgotten for a moment, passion traded, a soul jaded.

Sadness and madness, all that is left, love no longer remembered, all thoughts of it dismembered, rotten and ill, with just that bile, that vile disease that is evil distilled.

Needing a new thrill, sadness and madness, their screams are shrill and your blade sharp cutting deep, through flesh, and straight to their heart.