Becky, 2 stycznia 2015
Shall death follow thee
For it tis he
Who awaits amongst the mist
In the blackened abyss
For me to follow
His path of destruction
And undying love
I answer
His calling
With the voice
Of my soul
And follow him
Into the lake
Of fire
And world
Of darkness
Not caring
If it is my soul
He has stolen
For I can
No longer refuse
Or fight
Thy own
Destiny
For
I am the maiden
Who belongs to the beast
Becky, 2 stycznia 2015
My brain is rotting
And my soul withered
Everything is meaningless
Except for you
You stitch my heart
And sow my wounds
Both physical and emotional
I can always count on you
To break all my falls
You dry my tears
And chase the storms away
Your my light
My everything
And I love you
Becky, 2 stycznia 2015
Call me away with the wind
And kiss my pain away
As the ashes pass into distant memoirs
Tell me you love me
And that every caress is not another curse
Promise me my love
You won't hurt me
This time around
Don't tell me no anymore
Or make my confidence drop
Just stop for a second
And hold me until the dew of dawn breaks
Over tormented trees
Promise me my love
That we are forever
Not everywhere
When the screaming and the cussing starts
All I need is a clean slate
And an empty page
So we can begin again
Before we find certain end
Becky, 2 stycznia 2015
Whispered lies
Tears of shame
A decaying heart to blame
Its foolish faith
Wrought its dire fate
To crack as stone
And forever bleed
Beyond ancient times
To suffer and seethe
Silent beat
No happiness in sight
A waste of life
No one cares
Of its despair
Locked away
In its own miserable hell
To dwell alone
Crying for the beast
That shattered it inside
Praying death
Will make its pain cease
But years march on
And in its cell
It rots away
Dying a little more
With each passing day
Becky, 2 stycznia 2015
The end
Creeping near
Cockroaches crawl from every crevace of the world
Is it innocence in the end
When your children are destroying themselves
As the world crumbles away.
Do you see what I see
An empire wasting away
For the corruption it was wrought
It meets decay
And a war
Of blood and pain
Rise to claim
It
In its wake of misery
No one will survive
Only fire and brimstone will remain
For every good thing must die
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