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Anna Dulaney Feb 2016
He was an alchemist,
Turning my lead tears to gold,
Because to him I was beautiful
To him I was worth more.

He was a metalsmith,
Fixing my broken copper wings
With tarnished feathers
Because to him, I could still fly.

He was a clockmaker
Resetting my fragmented cogs and beating pendulum
Spending hours and hours
Because to him I was fixable.  

But I am a just broken clockwork angel
With lead tears, broken wings, and severed insides
Rusted away by time and life
And no amount of mending can save me
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
Honey-sweet blasphemy, touch like ****** poetry
Scratches, bites and ecstasy - look at what you do to me!

Sweet Devil, my love
Sweet Devil above
Sweet Devil below, come unto me
Sweet Devil , oh my
Sweet Devil, so fine
Sweet Devil, are you in love with me?

Feline, non-divine, I love the way I make you shine!
Kiss me briskly, you frisky little ***** of mine!

Sweet Devil my love
Sweet Devil above
Sweet Devil below, come unto me
Sweet Devil , oh my
Sweet Devil, so fine
Sweet Devil, are you in love with me?

Bloodstains on my bedsheets
Clawmarks in my back
You're a savage - I'm a beast
Have you ever been ****** like that?
Rogue Ogre lyrics.
Mollie Grant Feb 2016
There was a
lone light
hanging above
the butcher block
in the kitchen and
when the wind would
blow too hard
against the cedar shake shell,
the house would let out
an exasperated sigh—swinging
the bulb hanging beneath
the metal lampshade from
the cord where it sprouted
from the ceiling.
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
there's a killer on the loose
stalking my city streets
and my biggest fear
is that it might be me

every single night
i have another dream
i see their twisted faces frozen in their final screams
and every single day carries the horrid revelation
that my mind has seen through killer's eyes in my imagination

theres a killer on the loose and i dont know what to do
so many brand new corpses that i'm afraid for you

when i close my eyes and let the black invade my sight
drift away into the vast oblivion of night
i can see their faces tense and twisted up in fright
as someone dressed up in my clothes rapes them of their life

there's a killer on the loose
and now i know it's me
this face will be the last thing
your eyes will ever see
strange phantoms lyrics.
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
...i hear them howling cries of terror
in the vortex of my dreams
in the dark i feel them nearing
on the wind i hear the screams

there's something in the shadows
there's a monster in the deep
and i sense the presence of an evil
approaching in my sleep
in my sleep...

there's a terrible truth, i don't yet know
a sight i've yet to witness
but i feel it creeping through my mind like an ever-present sickness
my blood runs cold
my hair stands up
and i can feel the wicked
upon my flesh
within my soul
a sickly, black enigma...

UNEXPLAINED NIGHT TERRORS
something our subconscious knows
UNEXPLAINED NIGHT TERRORS
but is unable to show...
strange phantoms lyrics,.
Anna Dulaney Feb 2016
Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul
I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control
Silver bones and gold blood that make me up
You’re the metal that binds me together
My broken copper wings with tarnished feathers
An alchemist turning my lead heart into gold
Youre in my head, in my bones, in my soul
I cant stop thinking, you’ve taken my control.
just threw this together.. i cant get him out of my head
Xan Abyss Feb 2016
Carve a picture of your face into the Halls of Time
Preserve yourself forevermore
In the history of humankind
OBEY -the Universal Law
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not
Scrape the sky with your canines
Make the people sing your name
Slave for no divine reward
And fear no eternal flame

Devil may care,
Live and let live
DO WHAT THOU WILT - Harm Not

We are a miraculous animal
Tricking ourselves into spurning our own gifts
Overcaffienated/Undersatisfied
Our eyes firmly planted
In the center of the sky
We've spent so long waiting for angels
No one remembers:
We Are Divine.

DO WHAT THOU WILT; Defend Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Indulge Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Enjoy Thyself
DO WHAT THOU WILT; Respect Thyself

I Am God
You Are God
God Is A Lie
I Am God
You Are God
God Is An Idea
Born In The Minds
Of Us,
The Inventors
God Is A Tool
Used For Control
His Soldiers Are Fools
Losing Their Souls

DO WHAT THOU WILT
BUT FEAR NO GOD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
GOVERN THYSELF
DO WHAT THOU WILT
PROTECT THY WORLD
DO WHAT THOU WILT
BE WHO YOU WISH
DO WHAT THOU WILT
HARM NOT
WASTE NOT
DO
WHAT
THOU WILT
something scribbled in the same notebook as my previous entry. i'm guessing written around 2013.
Tehreem Jan 2016
A sweet face of an angel
She is friends with the devil
At war with the monsters
She is hard to handle
Warm and gentle heart
She has nerves of metal
Slowly freaking out
She is a twisted and mental
Destructing idols of fear
She is unable to settle
On darkness she feeds
She is a born rebel
Shuffle the cards
Lets play Maligas
Or perhaps
We are both already fated
To die
Death is certain
We know only this
But the cards are curtains
Of water falling
Reign in blood
m6e6t6al
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