Guest Cheye69 Posted February 24, 2002 Report Share Posted February 24, 2002 In my mind’s eye your body rots And maggots feel upon your soul Your skin so porcelain fine before Is blackening under my control Witching hour is upon us now There is no escape from this hour Bloody footprints showing the path Of a madman’s strength and power Funny though, not a madman at all But the twisted thoughts of my own Festering into tears of despair Of beautiful boy so bright and alone I asked for guidance for truths from above They weren’t forthcoming I saw no love. I do not want your friendship now You couldn’t give it freely anyhow I pray to My God with strength and delight To destroy you and all that is right To lighten my path with streaks of red That flows unchecked from the dead If I get my wish I do pray To kill you all To destroy the day Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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