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Bog Monster

Creeping out the boggy marshes
Gurgling its cries of death
See its eyes a glowing
See its fangs and feel its breath
Its hair is made of algae
It’s skin as slimy as a frog
See it creeping towards you
The monster of the bog
Though you are paralysed in fear
Though your heart tells you to flee
Though your chest is thumping hard
You can only stand and see
Death creeping closer to you and me
A little sigh of triumph comes from its muddy lips
It touches your legs so softly with its iron fingertips
Its grip gets tighter and tighter
Your voice makes desperate calls
But it’s too late it has you
And into the bog you’re pulled
Though the monster has spared your friend
The spell is broken down
Your friend runs towards the bog to save you
But they’re too late, you’ve drowned
Their cries are heard throughout the night
The monster has taken your life
Your friend sits at the bank of the bog mourning
Stabs at the bog with his knife
But they don’t find the monster in there
It has gone to the deeper depths of Hell
It has gone down there as soon as it had got you
And taken you as well
Your friend he threw himself into madness
No one believed his story
No one ever will, you know
The ending was far too gory
Instead they locked him up and away
Never to see the light of day
And always it is this way
With the monster of the bog
And now this story is said and done
And now you will carry on with your life
As though this story was never true
And of course, you don’t believe in after life
But his ghost is watching from that bog
To ward off others just like you
Keep away from this monster’s bog
Because the stories of course are true

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Spectral Vampire

I tiptoed through the shadows, stalking him and he didn’t know I was there. Light-footed, my steps traced the line of his footsteps down the darkened pathway towards the car-park; gently I called to him, nothing more than a whisper in the breeze of the night and he turned towards me, he didn’t see me at first, but then, just like a cat, I stealthily approached him and made my excuses to ask for directions to keep his guard down.
He came to me and leaned towards me, nodding at the map in my hands and pointing helpfully, but all I was interested in was clenching my thirst and hunger and grabbing at him around his neck and pulling him close to me. After I was sure he was in my grasp I did so and dropping the map that was in my hands I bit into his neck for the warm sweet juices that flowed within. I barely drank away half of his life until we were disturbed by something brash, violent and fast, coming out from the car-park at us with beams of painful light. The old jeep of my enemy Neil Porter swerved up behind my victim and ran out towards me, I instantly tried to flee the scene but he had a new weapon, something I wasn’t aware he had – a crossbow and it hit into me through the back and into my heart and before I knew it I was standing next to my broken shell, seeing it bleeding to death alongside my victim and my enemy cleaning up both the mess he made and the mess I made.
I was confused at first; watching him packing the bodies away into the back of his jeep, washing the blood on the car-park floor and praying for our souls.
I don’t know where I went after that, I don’t know if spirits sleep, I just went and came back again, nothing filling the gaps; this went on for a long time, each time I would arrive at the scene I last left, each time I would arrive as hungry as the night before and each time I would vanish into the ether of the unknown again and again and again.
I would like to tell you about the first night that I came back.
I came back to the car-park, confused at the new night, wondering where I went and how I got here again. Why here? That question never got answered. I walked through the car-park and across the pedestrian crossing and into the park, I sat on a bench for a while, collecting my thoughts. A few people walked passed me, but no one seemed to be able to see me, someone nearly sat on me that’s how I know. When this happened I felt a deep loss, a sense I had lost my self somehow, I knew I wasn’t whole anymore, I saw that yesterday, but I had hoped that death would have been kinder to me somehow.
My hunger grew to an unbearable level, standing up from the bench I walked further into the park and had hoped to go through to the gates at the other end of the park that lead me to the town’s most night friendly amenities, but I was stopped by some peculiar young girl, twenty something, sniffing the air, smiling and dancing like she was chasing butterflies and coming straight towards me. Right into the jaws of death, so it seemed.
Confused I watched her with both bafflement and caution as she laughed and spoke out loud to herself “Oh the lovely smell” and reaching up into the air trying to catch something invisible even to me! The hunger in me made me retch; I tried to ignore it, because I was dead right? Dead people don’t need to eat do they? So why have I got this hunger? Is this my eternal punishment? Am I in Hell? But the pain got too much; I took a chance that perhaps I can still feed in my spectral form? So, as her head was stretched up looking high around her I put my arm around her waist and lunged into her throat but I couldn’t feed on her blood, her body writhed in agony in my grasp, screaming, but her blood wasn’t soothing my hunger. I held her whilst she screamed, cried and bleed to death. Then I knew, I saw her life leave her and as I sniffed for her suffering, I breathed a little of her into myself and my hunger lessened. Her spirit was too fast for me to catch once I realised what it was that I now needed. How beautiful the feeling of peace was, when I breathed in her soul.
Shortly after a man came into the park and saw the girl lying in a pool of blood, he ran to her to see if she was OK and tried to raise an alarm, but I went to him and my scent side-tracked him from his alarm call as he stopped in mid-sentence and started to sniff the air dreamily around himself. I placed my hand over his nose and mouth and whispered comforting things to him whilst I suffocated him to death. He didn’t see me, he only felt and heard me. He died within minutes of oxygen deprivation and I kissed his life out of him and felt in paradise.
That’s when I knew that vampires don’t find peace. That’s when I knew that being a vampire I am truly eternal and that’s when I knew that nothing can be explained simply.

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is it fair to see a good man suffer?

Is it fair to see a good man suffer, because his wife loves no other?
Is it fair his bridges are burned and his children up and leave and their reputations upturned?
All because he loved the beast, a woman whose heart bleeds cold
Is it fair to see him die, old and grey and alone?
Because he obeyed a crone
If you think for one moment that I am pleased at revealing the truth, you’re blind
I did it to release myself, to my children – be kind
I knew that if I told the truth that my father he would stay behind, but I cannot vouch for him if he won’t leave worthless swine
I love my father and it hurts to see that I may never speak to him again
Because he is bullied by the wicked witch of old London’s east end!
He is isolated by her, like I was once
But he stays because he is in love
I don’t know what he sees in her, but he gave up friends and family for the dunce
I don’t know why, such a good man gets such a manipulative evil sow
I don’t care what you think of me for saying these words, I miss him, so does his sisters and brothers and wow – the hold that woman has on him, the things that he gave up
I just hope that when he dies he is rewarded the golden cup of life
Because his life has been hard and full of strife, for loving the beast from Hell
Oh how I miss him, can’t you tell?

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Depths of blackness

In the depths of blackness I hear the cries of creatures drowning in their own sorrows of the thick dark night.

Souls wretched and souls bereaved, crying out to the night for love and release.

The fires of torture burn through their brains, in an agonizing heat wave how can they be saved?

Swimming through the whiny larvae of their new found home, sinking floating, choking on volcanic foam.

Tortured souls how can they be released?

How can they suffer anymore than this? For what is the purpose, isn’t this insane?

To see tortured victims burn up in the flames?

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Lullaby of Evil

Turn the lights down, and come a little closer,

sit by the fire near me on this humid stormy night, and I will sing you a lullaby of nightmares gleaming bright.

Of vampires and witches and all evil beings.

You will be a feast for all creepy things:

So when you are tired and go up to bed turn off your light, then you will bleed to death!

For all immortals feast on you, because you carry their favorite food.

But do not fear of this ghastly plight, for you too will become like us tonight!

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I am not a man

Sunrise is a killer for me

Darkness is my infinity

Look at my heart its beating

Soon it’s a heart that’s eternally bleeding

Darkness surrounds my soul

Eating me up whole

Darkness is where I go

For I have now sold my soul

Dream the future baby

I’ll be there to forsake thee

I won’t wait for you

I can’t wait for you

Please understand, I’m no mortal man

I need your blood, your life

Please understand, I’m a beast not a man

I’ll suck you of all your life

Darkness surrounds my soul

Eating me up whole

Darkness is where I go

For I have now sold my soul

You can’t understand the life of an immortal man

You can’t understand I’m a beast not a man

Sunrise is a killer for me

Darkness is my infinity

Look at my heart its beating

Soon it’s a heart that’s eternally bleeding

Darkness surrounds my soul

Eating me up whole

Darkness is where I go

For I have now sold my soul

 

 

 

 

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falling into hell

I am falling into hell

I cannot see, the end to my tragedy

I am falling into a well

Of heartache and pain, loss and no gains

I am just bleeding

Bleeding away

Into an eternal damnation

In a place where I’ll never play again

Into a place where I’ll never mend

I will just fade away

Today

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Mortal Hell

Tonight all my fantasies will come to light, even if for a few seconds

Though I’ll be sent back to Earth I will feel sorely stricken

It’s unfair to live in a world of men, where you do not fit in well

It’s a punishment though you say it’s not, but I feel that Earth’s my Hell

Why do you use me like a pawn?  Why can’t I come back home?

I know you say it’s for my protection, but I feel trapped that I can’t roam

I feel exiled from my world, I’ll feel outcast until I’m back

I need my return to be fast or I will surely crack

Don’t leave me long in the world of men, for my faith is being lost

I am getting colder to my loved ones my heart is threatening frost

So bring me home, you need me, to have you on your side

You cannot leave me abandoned and treat me as though I’ve died

I will find a way back home and combine my essences well

Be sure to know if I do it alone, my anger will surely swell

And both sides of the war will fall when I start my spells

Because you’ve left me here too long in a mortal Hell

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I accept I am forgotten

One cloak to cover the world in night time, one solitary power

That creates all creatures, every plant and every flower

Every wish is his command, every thought and prayer

He loves all his creations, with his heart so full of care

Should we question his existence?

Do we notice his answers?

Can we see around us, the little things that dance in the basking rays of light?

Or are our minds clouded by the cloak of the night?

Some people will say it’s so, to those who don’t believe

But I have felt ignored like a forgotten flowers seed

I don’t know if he exists, his benevolence to me unknown

Sometimes I sit back and think religion I’ve outgrown

I have felt forsaken, by this elusive God

I have never known him; to me he’s just a sod

I feel he’s egotistical gaining praises every day

Sitting smugly on his throne whilst we just fade away

I don’t feel his warmth and love, yet begged for it often

All i needed to reign me in was a little bit of action

A little help here and there to get me away from abuse

But instead I grew to learn that his a god of no use

I’m sorry to offend you, those who do believe

But I have been neglected and that is why I grieve

I cannot show respect for a god who doesn’t care

I can only hate religion because in my life he wasn’t there

So is it my fault if it’s true, that I will go to Hell?

For since I was born I’ve felt from him dispelled.

Oh how preciously you hold him

High in great esteem

Whilst I sit and wait

To wake from this horrid dream

Called life

That ironically rhymes with strife

And that’s my existence too

Filled with violence that’s my review

I cannot surrender to more abuse

So I leave god be

And if he is truly kind

He’ll remember me and see

That when judgment day comes around

I will not go to hell

Because I don’t deserve it

Just release me from his care

And allow me to say farewell

As I become a free spirit

And leave the nightmare

I will wonder the heavens, searching for some love

Hoping to find protection and the peace loving dove

Though I’m not sure where it’ll be

And independence I will want

Away from godly and demonic taunts

Yes, lonely I will be, in the endless universal sea

But I will cope as I’ve always known it

Yes, I will not submit

No longer do I wait

I accept my fate

Truly

Unduly

I

Do

 

 

 

 

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my soul is stained

I am poisoned by the pollution of this world

It curbs my appetite for love of humanity

It stains my soul with anathemas that will damn me

I’ll burn in hell for what’s in my heart

My outlook on humanity is… dark

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