You must like pain if you still read my poisoned words
Always aimed at you
Always said in truth
Always breaking you, because you allow it
You allow it, because you sit and read
You sit and allow yourself to grieve
At the words I say to you
You are the fool
I am your cruel mistress
Because you allow it, submissive
You read it and I don’t make you
You’ve allowed me to imprison your mind
And I will always own you
As long as you still sit and read, sit and grieve
Even after I’ve disowned you
You’ve allowed me to imprison – YOU!
Trials and tribulations
I have this stipulation
If you don’t trust someone then you never will
I have this situation and an indication
That you will do me ill
So why should I stick around?
You’re trying to fool me, like some stupid clown
It’s not going to work
Go away you jerk!
Why do you always lurk?
You’re a stalker, that’s why I smirk
I can’t be with you
Did you hear me?
Go away – find someone else who’ll play
Why don’t you just fade away into an early grave?
Witches don’t like so called tough bitches that can’t walk the walk
Bitches that won’t stop the talk
Why don’t you stop your squawk?
Yes I’m talking to you bitch!
As the witches cast their spells under moonlight igniting Hell
As the bones of the ancients tremble awake
There are signs in you – of a grave mistake
You’ve crossed someone as old as sin
And now your suffering will start to spin
You won’t know when it will strike
But when it does, it does with a bite
And you will falter under this spell
As wicked things, drag you to Hell
I sing with the whispers of the night
My head is raised to the moon
I live in a world of darkness
I am its flower and I am in full bloom
Gentlemen come to me like moths to my nectar
I drain them of life
I’m the vampire specter
I was once like him with bones and flesh
Until one night my life was threshed from my shell
By a hunter who wanted me to return to Hell
So now, I like a ghost, dwell in the everlasting night
Bringing mortals to the same plight
Oh my love
My darling man
Come to me
Come and sit
Beside me my man
And adore me
There’s a moon
The moon is lit
It is full
Fill me with your love
Look the moon
It is across the sky
Hold wanton me
I implore thee
A rose has come into bloom
Death will be upon it too soon
Its life is short
This I’ve been taught
Happiness soon turns into gloom
Who has ordered this to be? Whom?
Nation against nation a war has begun, people prepare with their bullets and guns.
Soldiers are ready at the foot of the brawl, women weep as their children fall.
Many are mane and many die many scream and many cry all live in hope for the war to end
please not let a war come again.
When ever your feeling sad and low, just think of all the things you know.
Things that make you happy not blue
things that make your soul shine through.
Wind howls around my soul, entrapping me in a tomb of bewilderment!
The sharp hissing of the air all around me sings an eerie tune with the winds groans from the typhoon.
Holding the woolen scarf around me tightly as I try to fight against the windstorm; an ever loosing battle, the wind sweeps under my feet, I fall back slowly like time turning around.
I do not fall, but I am lifted up into the black skies of doom. Swirling up into the air, like a balloon!
Higher and higher it takes me. My screams become a part of the eerie screams I hear in the typhoon!
Wondering why the wind moans so? Are they the voices of other lost souls?
Eat strawberries mixed inside a jam
Ready for hot buttered toast
Or eaten at Wimbledon with some cream
Whilst the tennis matches you are engrossed in!