Crunching and munching of blades between lips
The monster is coming, how will it sip
The blood of the lost and the blind and the cold,
Ones that are sucked into planes of the sold
It will creep and sneak, its in no hurry
Crawling up their arms in blades dark furry
How they will wish for the monster to come
To suck them dry of the love they were born.
The weak and the lost all sit on their beds,
Lullaby’s drifting around in their heads
The monster is on them, in them, are them
Movement is quick and the silence is deep,
The monster releases them from their live sleep.
Made from nightmares of children of old,
Executioners axe dripping stories untold.
For dreams come to life in the minds of the weak,
They wish for pain to drain down in creeks.
Those who drift in clouds of ash,
Wished for this life of only half-assed.
They couldn't take their life as it was bestowed,
They made up a creature of horrors untold.
So that they could bury their fears of their own.
Tearing through fleshy wrist’s with abandon
These poor lost souls just couldn't take the passion.
- Title: Sipping the Life
- Artist: boomudied
well... here it is. kinda old, found it in the back of my comp... had to brush the dust off for appearances sake...
- Date: 12/04/2008
- Tags: sipping life
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