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Emo Portrait:The Boy Who Heard Death

Emo-esque tales of Razors slitting the cord
My spirit is tainted like an Ouija board

Arching Daemons summoned my name,
at the belly of Hell's burning wave.
In tune with the wind's shrieking fame,
The Moon was hung on my dampened grave
as a portrait of pain and despair.
Hand-held by Death's debonair,
A heart once cantered on Biblical lies
Cherubian Daemons that my soul now defies.

"For my song may not be gospel, yet
feared in life and Death.
I am one whom none reject
I'll always be there- Till your final breath."

"Aw, Stop claiming your life is over,
for it has but begun.
Starry nights; a pearly shore to Her
even though the noose is tightly strung..."

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Throes

Titbit scars to feed emotions crimson;
In Her gloomy heart by her wet season.
As Her solstice endorses a greasing red,
She revels off a goad instead...

To each bliss cusp she gladly deflowers,
I cavort rue to each rose's hour;
As fingertips writhe in snow-white flesh
the sate of Love's cappella caress...

My emotions ascend to a God with black wings,
And soon this soul taken from pentacle rings.

But first I am descending before Her throne,
Her chest still racks that abyssal stone!
Prurient crucifixion of an annulled witch hunt.
Nascent Shangri to Her mire c*nt.

Her emotions strong enough to splendour fires,
This libertine forges Her foreplay desires.
Taken of the pulpit by a tyrant crevasse,
Splay out on an Oratory's cerise glass.

As she leers like the silver Moon...

I sprawl to Her with greatest tempt,
Only for me to feel contempt!
I scream ''You are my salvator'' as,
Blood pours where my sanguinary blade caress...

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December Mourn

I can hear their voices, they're in my head,
"You Emo cunt, you're better of Dead!"
Aw sweetheart, there isn't a place I'd rather be,
then to rot forever, in Hell's misanthropy!

This world I lived in became so bleak
or was it I that turned out weak?
Wait does it matter, if at all
It's just to postpone the inevitable call.

A Christmas dream; the wish of Death,
Nothing more then a dance with Seth,
Yet like that, my corpse to ogle
Disgust, no pity where the blade cut the vogle.

Then I ask, "Why wish me dead?
Is it only to end my Emo stead?
Either way with Her I wed,
A wasted life for all Her pled..."

Then it came that gorgeous sight;
Twisted trees ripping the Eye,
Shinning dulled from the blackened sky,
A sight sole on Heaven's night...

What they call suicide,
I called salvation...

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Mirror, Mirror Eye Sea

It pains me when I look the mirror in Her eyes,
I see a night robbed from its stars; A portrait dead inside,
A Sol that lost its glee. Dreamt all dreams away.
One thing remains too glow, the Razor came to play!

The Silver beast carves a crevasse through the reddened sea.
Gazed upon by Her, as the Moon's silhouetted banshee.
The drop it swims like a pendulum at heart,
More to join where the skin was torn apart...
My emotions whither to the stale depths of Depression;
and the ebbs surrender, to crippled fingered compassion.

At burial in Death I'll finally swathe,
In a lake of crimson my body bathed.
the Virgin ship finally at its debris,
Titanic, Immortalized, Elizabeth Bathory...

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Rex Angulus Mortis

My veins now spill forth scarlet waters,
Rent by serrated silver teeth.
Like Her breast sinewed all life,
Fervoured my wrist, when She jilted me...
Repleted by once Her love;
Now became Death, a nocturnal drapery...
"My Goddess What didst Thou to me,
Lust priapic to Thine ardent cunt?''
A sylph bewinged like an Angel,
That withered love infected me...
A morbid plume falling from grace,
The celestial eye ebonied.
"My Love; Doth thou not want me?
Hath I becometh a Daemon?"
... 

No... 
this blooded brine, mortal wine,
this etch on my pale canvas.
is nothing more but a single sign,
To pain's anathema,
-yet you my love...
Will nascent from my blood,
and be robed in ether cardinal...

My suicide, although it's sin
Will leave you happy with akin.
My body was a tumour around my soul,
but waning life, will take control...

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Assuage Life

I'm the One to who you should pray;
I'm the Voice that shall never fade away,
I'm the Daemon that haunts your 3am sleep,
I'm the Whisper that eases your weep...

And in this novella, your lissome dreams,
I'm your nightmare; your midnight screams!
- I'm the Yeshua that can make pain fade,
I'm the abolition of the razorblade...

Clad in shadow I stalk your soul,
Invisible but yet in perfect control.
Thus let my voice be your destination
Away from a world with flawed harmonization.

So why cope with a life so bleak?
which has done nothing more but make you weak?
Take my hand and I'll assuage it,
Follow me down to Death's tethered pit...

Here we are, welcome to the Abyss,
Don't worry about people, you won't be amiss.
Give me a smile, a shotgun smile,
Don't worry about pain, atleast not for a while!

Aw, how your mind was delicately bent,
Like the Eye on the Earth's breast you'll descent,
Deep in it's crust, to Oblivion you fell;
A warm hearted welcome to Lucifer's Hell...

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Lovelorn

A light amongst the Darkness;
or so I do recall...
An illuminating star burning cold;
with sorrow and all...

Maybe one day I'll have your heart,
The day our magicks won't burn apart.
And it'll just be you and me in this art.

I found solace in your radiant light,
Depression's Malice was far from bright.
How I adored you dear, -each night.

I tried to please you, I know I was cold,
You actually made me want to grow old.
My covenant broken and bathed in scold.

I didn't deserve Love; frozen in Black ice!
Expected to much now I bare sacrifice.
Revolve my emotions, take me suicide.

And now I shall never feel your kiss
never swim in your fruitful bliss...
Highly I doubt that someone will miss.

So here I die, in my own little tide,
Now you can be happy with me aside...

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Dyed With Madness

The Moon She glares from the ebon Halls,
As the sea stretches too taste Her galls,
The Candelabra dyed as magick stole its pore,
Starry night blackened as She sinks to the core,

The Sol it shone from the crimson sea
Like an awl stuck in a forsaken tree...
Dead leaves rustle on its rooted lawn,
Wolves grow silent on this lonesome dawn.

As He peaks like a God above us!
Heaven's eye, a sublime-forged truss,
Too the endless sea He soon shall sprawl,
Painting the world, as His darkness shawls.

Then She shimmers... Razor sharp...
Twinkling... As an angel's harp...

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A Babel of Benighted Psalms

Death orifice my Libidinous command,
I contras life's ecumenical demand!
Now reach down in this thistle grim,
Desolate me with the edged limb.
Grant this voyeur that glimpse of dead,
A comatose where life and I unwed...
As minutes kiss my infidel fawn;
The church's bell will screech at dawn.
-Enthral me now!

Tell me Neith, was all my love in vain?
While blood is surfing in silhouette pain.
Succumb; I've punctured my unfruitful coat,
Birthing wonder if Love she'll emote?
Sable wings retracted like livery spades,
My celestial dream as life slowly fades...
This Dementia spoke to me in a tongue,
But before my babel, my barbed winds gone...

Finally taken from Life's 'Woetopia'
I journey now to Death's utopia!

While my heart still beats through thorn,
Only a few minutes till it's outworn,
Due to Hel I'll never be forlorn,
Alas! as Death I'll be reborn!

When Neith failed this loom of tapestry;
I flee through thick celestial forest atrophy.
The livid scar that put me to rest;
A tourniquet to the sepulcher orb in my chest!

"Due to Life's Ouroboros Limbo Inn,
I couldn't gift a priapic cusp within,
I couldn't caress your silhouette skin,
I couldn't love your sinister kin!"

The revel Dead speak of Summerland,
A masturbation by Death's own hand.
I'll gladly sparkle your path with pearls,
Take you away where meadow depression curls!

For you see- Death is the womb
of our throe forboden, aroused Moon.

On this night tears open the ebon vaults,
A corpse left to indulge all your faults.
The pal laid to my awe desires,
This catafalque God endures weeping choirs.
Psalms sung by Life's clique,
-Part of me might cry and shriek...

-In this storm; An erubescent shower,
released me from my beloved voodoo flower.
There my heart and knife wedded!
Benighted the ground splay blood dreaded.

Through astral Magicks, I decay my flesh,
Too the entangled Moon, that trees enmesh!

... The Summerland

Now I rule as master in this domain,
Finally my swathe depression deplane.
So it can no longer grief and betray,
But I face surplus love sway!

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Benighted

Aw sweet Angel, it's you that I seek
all alone jotting up winds so bleak,
for so many hearts I have perversed.
You; another to wield my meanly little curse.

I am the Queen of manifest clay,
Craft my horns despite the pill's delay,
Sleep child, the veil's open on a pagan's feast
such beauty on your heart fully creased.

We'll fly with crows and ravens! Then Daemons
without reasons; a joyless flight throughout the seasons.
A journey, a dream thought to be Babel
another crimson palm succumbs to this fable...

Acheron, Marionette of Seethe
Why have this Daemon gnaw in me?
"Help... is... agony..."

Her crippled hand
tightens this noose
songs whispered from serpent truths 
another mind went bland...