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In shattered glass you live with malice and rejection.
With skin soft as silk you reach out with a violent urge for affection.
Papers thrown on to the street with lack of attention.
They wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
I wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
Nothing quite campares to the way you self-indulge in your isolation.
Lying there, locked away in your virtuous perfection.
As you sort this reality from your fiction,
you realize your fantasies are a dangerous distraction.
These hateful words become all you swallow.
With mirrors and mascara you wallow.
A used body for the bombshell of your sorrow.
They wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
I wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
Nothing quite campares to the way you self-indulge in your isolation.
Lying there, locked away in your virtuous perfection.
As you sort this reality from your fiction,
you realize your fantasies are a dangerous distraction.
In the past you always live.
Keeping secrets you feel that no one can forgive.
Tokens of lost love and forgotten religion scrawled across the floor of your bedroom.
Living without precious moments and dying all alone, this is your seemingly inescapable doom.
Here's to the gifts I've given myself, a piece of knowledge for all to see.
I am "you" and "you" are me.
They wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
I wove this web over your tarnished scythe.
The blade's poison seeping through, sharp as a knife.
The Spider Of Our Life.
Nothing quite campares to the way you self-indulge in your isolation.
Lying there, locked away in your virtuous perfection.
As you sort this reality from your fiction,
you realize your fantasies are a dangerous distraction.

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The Queen of All Hearts

Every love begins with a simple story.
A dreamy fairy tale, a mutual playing of cards.
A hundred silent kisses thousands of miles apart led us into victory.
A batch of red-painted roses, hold them close to hide these exsposed battle scars.
Your silver hair shines out to me like an irradiating, forbidden sun.
Eyes black as night, and in your glory a majestic silhouette.
Broken hands long to tell the tale of how love had begun.
Posing hours for the precious portrait.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Down you fell, consumed in your passion.
Againts the authorities of the kingdom, we fight.
Darkness is the in-between of your faction.
Enslaved teenage years under the guidance of a false light.
The time has almost come, a time-bomb for the corrupt.
The final order of their plague.
Every story has an end, a volcano waiting to erupt.
"Pen and paper once again calls you." Creativity begs.
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.
We laughed, we cried.
Together we sang, together we fought.
Every wrong-doing we forgot.
Though love cannot cast out every lie.
Even with all the bliss surrounding me this distant relation between us never failed to be my internal tormentor.
The door to paradise closed on us as Time carelessly laid dormant.
You are the Queen of my heart.
Revealed behind your Chesire smile was the silent kiss of a dementor.
My soul, driven to insanity, writhes in torment.
YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF ALL HEARTS!
IN THE THRONE ROOM THE CROWN WILL FALL!
WHAT WAS ONCE RED AND WHITE WILL WITHER BEAUTIFULLY!
The pen is in your hands now,
Your turn to express your point of view.
These cards have two sides to bestow.
In this game assumptions of right and wrong are thrown askew,
So, play your Queen of Hearts.
The pen is in your hands now.
From these ashes of war we make anew.
Before the court the demons will show.
You are the Queen of my heart.

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Darling Darla

Take your crucifixes, Your holy water.
Immortal love of a vampire's daughter.
Silver stakes and a garlic deathtrap.
Like a Priest's slave and a fatal attack.
Your final need for Darla's blood.
Reaping with the gift of Life.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.
My words, Your weapons.
Your strength, My lessons.
Queen of Liars,
A king for hire.
Remember when you were baptized,
The day when Darla died?
Remember the graveyard in Transylvania,
The vampire's resurrection in her coffin?
Like an angel that is burning,
Caught between Heaven and Hell.
Damned to Earth with the burden of the Apocalypse's birth.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.
A stake through her beat-less heart,
The end of our new start.
Share her blood,
Drink her pain.
Your mother, Deadly Darla, finally shows her sorrow and you never again question what is sane.
Soaking wet in the Devil's Hellfire.
NO!
I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE! (NO)
NO!
I DON"T NEED YOU ANYMORE! (BLOOD AND GORE)
NO!
YOU"LL NEVER STEAL THE GIRL I ADORE! (NO)
NO!
YOU"LL NEVER STEAL THE GIRL I ADORE! (BLOOD AND GORE)
NO!
I DON"T NEED YOU ANYMORE! (NO)
NO!
I DON"T NEED YOU ANYMORE! (BLOOD AND GORE)
GO!!!
When the sun finally rises,
You owe her the price of a slayer's disguises.
A destiny of decay,
A life where humans are your pray.
But you'll always live with Darling Darla's blood.
The sun finally sets,
You owe us the price of your regrets.
A destiny that slays,
A life where the demons do not stray far from your gaze.
But you'll never steal Darling Darla.

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Faithful

The month is November, A month I shall always remember.

Its a colder day and the darkest night, She's still such a lovely sight.

She looks like a angel, She has a voice like a wedding bell.

I've got her as motivation, I've got the smile on her face as inspiration.

I love this situation, From it I get no frustration.

She's their blessed daughter, Baptized in the holy water.

In my eyes she sang of love and the reason for life, In my mind she kept me away from the demon's knife.

I've got her as motivation, I've got the smile on her face as inspiration.

I love this situation, From it I get no frustration.

She kept me alive over the years, She was a shoulder for my tears.

In my soul I was drawn closer, In my heart i wrote my poetry to her.

I've got her as motivation, I've got the smile on her face as inspiration.

I love this situation, From it I get no frustration.

I say this so she knows how I feel, It just makes me more real.

I also say this for her and God to listen, So they both can forgive me of my sin.

 

 

                                                                  soul, heart, love, and trust

                                                                  my gift to you

                                                                  have a faithful life

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Bibles and Crosses, Never Alone

Falling from life's tower, Felling the glass of breath shatter.

Seeing the rebel's heart lose power, We questioned "When did our resistance even matter?"

We won't die alone, We're not ready to enter the holy throne.

Now for the blessed we fight, Now with a bible and a cross we make it right.

We may speak lonely words but we're never alone, For this I have shown.

We say our prayers, Because its the only thing that we know.

As we open the gate and climb Heaven's stairs, we wonder why our lives had to go.

We won't die alone, We're not ready to enter the holy throne.

Now for the blessed we fight, Now with a bible and a cross we make it right.

We may speak lonely words but we're never alone, For this I have shown.

Our will, His will shall be done, The devils shall suffer for eternity.

When peace and faith become one, We'll be there preaching in the city.

And when chaos and faithlessness become one, Jesus will be there to cast away the demons.

His will be done, Warmness from the suns.

We won't die alone, We're not ready to enter the holy throne.

Now for the blessed we fight, Now with a bible and a cross we make it right.

We may speak lonely words but we're never alone, For this I have shown.

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Roses, Violets, and Love

Roses are red, violets are blue.

No tears I shed of being with you.

Your hair is darkened red, my eyes are grayish blue.

Your always in my head, it makes our love seem true.

Your what I need.

Your the reason I live.

Because of you my soul has been freed, that's all I need you to give.

Your like my closest friend.

Your the person I can't live without.

Your the only one who held on until the very end, for that I love you without a doubt.

Now I have something to prove.

Now I need to use my poetry as bait.

Now I need to make my move, before its too late.

Now its time to see what you came to see.

Here's how it starts.

I get down on one knee, and I'm about to say came from my heart.

 

"Before I met you my heart was broken, before I met you my mind was shattered.

I've cherished every word you've spoken.

To me your words were all that mattered.

Before I met you my life was like a blackened place, like living in a dark cell.

Where I couldn't see an angel's face, too dark to tell.

Please girl hear my voice.

I promise to love you forever.

Time to make a choice, because time is moving fast as ever."

 

Roses are red, violets are blue.

We need to continue the life we've lead, its the right thing to do.

Your hair is darkened red, my eyes are grayish blue.

I'll love you even after we're dead, and our lives are through.

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Betrayal of the Soul

Before this story begins. 

You need to take away my sins.

Its like walking into a dream.

Until I heard you scream.

Do you like what you've seen?

Do you know what this means?

To break our seal

You made a deal.

You took away my soul.

So I can never be whole.

You took away my heart.

And tore it apart.

You took away my love.

And tossed it above.

You took away my trust

And kicked it in the dust.

When I chanted

You took it for granted.

This didn't cost a dime

So listen to me one last time.

You took away my soul

So death could take its toll.

You took away my heart

So we couldn't make a new start.

You took away my love

And gave it to a dove.

You took away my trust

So my life would be unjust.

Our love is strong

But not for long.

We don't belong

Because something went wrong.

Before my mind turns black

Give me myself back.

So I can walk through the door

And tell you I don't love you anymore.

We were more than friends

But now this story ends.

Best Poems Written by Joseph Camp

Fool's Desire

Amen, Good Times

Soul, Heart, Love, and Trust

The Spider of Our Life

The Queen of All Hearts

Darling Darla

Faithful

Bibles and Crosses, Never Alone

Roses, Violets, and Love

Betrayal of the Soul