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Frost on the window again
A winter that never ends
A sheet of snow
With winds in tow
The hearth is dying
No kindling remains
The cold aches
God, does it drain
With tired eyes I gaze upon
A landscape that never changes
I lay in a bed near empty,
and I long for familiar faces
My breaths are growing ragged
Its hard to carry on
The hearth is so close to dying
And i wont make it to dawn
Every breath
Is a sigh
Every whisper
is a cry
Once was loved
Cast aside
all alone
is how ill die
Ive been dying for years
Please death, take me
For this chill is unbearable
Dare not foresake me
All I ask
Is you take me away
My final breath is far too long
Ive been dead for years
And yet i still walk
In turmoil i walk
Let it end
I rest beside the frigid stone of the hearth
But i do not pray for mortal warmth
The brushing of a cloak
By a stranger in black
Looks almost sympathetic
Even though it has no eyes
A simple gesture of his hand
and the opening of the robe
He lifts me into his arms
And swaddles me from the cold
A single tear
Rips away
Oh sweet death
Cant you stay
With a nod
And a grasp
I am lifted
In a snap
No longer am I afraid
I will not be alone in this grave
My final breath
Was far too long
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2. |
King of Fear
04:12
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I lurk within the corpulence of the bustling urban streets
Hidden terror lies within, and of the fear I sweetly feast
I am the butcher
Deliverer of the black
One sharpened dagger
To pierce their sunday slacks
Gaping maw of needles
Blades replace each nail
Eyes of the deepest crimson
And skin so wondrously pale
With glee I stalk the night
Forcing all to feel my plights
Cornering
Altering
Severing
Turning to
My changelings
My fledglins
Glistening
So lifeless
In their
Blood
Rise
My
Children
One by one they bleed
My blade deeply drinks
Delightful be the thought
Of how my fiends shall line the streets
I scarcely hid my plights
For fear is the spice of life
Strength of 20 men
But they brought twenty five
I
Have
Fallen
Dragged to the city square
With a cross not yet set ablaze
My cult cannot be slain
so they purge my flesh with flame
Set forth my yearning kin
For today more blood must spill
Think of your unholy father
As you rip those bastards apart
Well forever corrupt
the hearts of child and man
A fear that never dies
I may be lost
My voice lost to the ear
But i will always be
The king of fears
Forever this earth has been changed
And soon my fiends shall reign
Fallen be the king of fears
But the legacy shall remain
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BTK
04:58
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Boiled Angel Centennial, Colorado
To be cruel or kind means nothing to the weeds.
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