All hopes was gone
when thee last star fell...
Pain that i feel inside hurts i dont know how to...
Through the fire and the flames
taking lives away...
With a wave of a wand
darkness fills the hollows...
He is my human familiar, he is mine.
The two puncture marks on his neck shows the sign...
I dreamt last night
that as I approached the river...
Im on a rampage consumed with rage,
Holding an axe in my grasp...
I lay there still on the ground;
Waiting for my eyes to close and to drift onto...
Am I not just a puppet for your personal...
A doll for you to laugh and sneer at when tired of...
A demon weeps
out in the street...
Something my mom wrote
One time there were three angels...
She sits aside her cauldron, conjuring up new...
Bits and bobs of evil things are poured,mixing...