Friday, November 28, 2008
~ blood for celebration ~
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swirling on de rotten dance floor
as blood pours from their victims' body
and all screams for "MORE!"
shall all dance tonite sinkin to de melody
all screams "tonite, we drink frm de lord! "
a sinister scent arises de atmosphere for celebration
celebrating de return of de queen of de damn
as she witness de awakenin of de great abomination
de deadly crowd went insane
dancin in awe
screamin in vain
watchin victims fall
victims beg for mercy in pain
de queen of de damn was insanely satisfied
insanely craving for more dead
"de moon hangs high tonite"
"we shall feast frm de lord's blood by midnite!"
announced de great queen
as they return to their endless dance enslaved to de melody
awaiting de hour to fufil their craving
tho that desire for blood taste bitter
yet locking her hands in his
soothed her flaming throat, whisperin to his ear
"kiss me my dear"
gently touchin her blood glazed lips
"de nite belongs to all and especially to u my love"
"shall we sing and dance till midnite we feast!"
as tonite de queen lifted that twisted curse
shall all celebrate de queens return
and commemorate a new born enterin de chapel
name dead petals
::petals:: d e a t h m y :: S . A . L . V . A . T . I . O . N :: 8:34 AM
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
~ chapel of de dead ~
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roamin within de realms
strollin closer ta hell
as she sings and laughed and skip and dance!
echoing her voice deep dwn every well
in search for her coffin and de chapel of dead
awakenin chaos; so as rising souls sneak out
as she walks dwn de alley, a voice accompanied
"deres nth to be afraid"
de icy breeze caressin her skin
as de mist escort her to her resting place
"where is Mr. Cellist?"
surfacing to her eyes, a chapel
de wonder in her eyes sealed her lips
"its called de chapel of de dead"
"where coffins are laid"
"where coffins are our beds"
"where we dance til de sun awakes"
"where dance parties never ends"
"so welcome young one to our clan,"
"ur coffin awaits"
whispering to her ears
anitcipated wit anxiety
her hart pumped more poison in her veins
turinin her all pale yet no pain
de mist turned into a masked man
"may i hav this dance"
he bows and offered his hand
"de pleasure is mine"
she replied
stepping towards de entrance
"de moon hangs high tonite"
he announced in grace
as de heavy melody plays
a dancing masquerade welcome them
"shall we dance to our harts content darling"
"shall we dance till de sun awake"
::petals:: d e a t h m y :: S . A . L . V . A . T . I . O . N :: 4:55 AM
Saturday, November 22, 2008
~ war of misty realms ~
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her life once lovely
so beautiful
once ever so sweet
now ruined
as war scribbled its history
locking memories together with her sins
screams of sorrow echoed frm de aftermath
swirling reality into a nitemare
insanity stole her memories
replaced wit a deep grudge for revenge
her veins no longer blood
but poison runs her veins
as she sips silently
sunken in her blood she shed
souls of lying corpse rise from their coffins
inviting her into de misty realms of fantasy dead
longing for her cellists
but death o'death!
so appealing, so seductive
darkness wrapped itself around her
spellbinding her to grief
feeding her thots
poisonin her beliefs
taking her soul to beyond
sacrificing to misery
as she slowly cradle herself
closer and closer to the open sea
where peace lies within
bloody waves crash up upon shores
as de thick red liquid
drowned her to her ease
::petals:: d e a t h m y :: S . A . L . V . A . T . I . O . N :: 9:48 PM
