Freaking sounds and weary creepers
Made me wake up from a deep sleep...
The end is near
The ground falls away...
An undead child has been born
In to a living world anew...
It was a 25 cent execution
Forged by her tears...
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I wear black...
Her brows are a patchwork,
of her fading hope...
Fear began to crawl and just kept coming
Ever lasting it was and never ending...
My solemn oath, my knife
by this is give my word...
Here I sit, in my stain glassed window
Watching the butterfly escaping his cacoon...
My heart is broken, its glass slitting my chest...
So cold, broken and all alone...
I was a normal kid.
all through child hood i was raised the way kids...
Priest in the vaults of death
cruel bitter dying breath...