Scream Your Lungs Sore, Then Hit The Floor
Time passes slowly, you look in the mirror...
Back in the shadows I sit
Back to all the freaked up spit...
Bring the Worst
By derrick Beckman...
His broken reflection,
A withered soul...
Darkened room lit by bloody candle light
The screams of your soul reverberate unheard...
A wanderer
is split from society...
As I close myself against this ghoulish winter...
I feel the bitter kiss of snow pull me closer to...
In my hand I grip this KNIFE,
With it I have taken this man's life...
The night was a dark curtain
The moon was a full bright disk...
Homicidal thoughts occupying his troubled mind,
Indifferent to reason he'll slaughter every single...
B urning savagely into pale, soft flesh
L icking rapturously at her open wounds...
Shattered dreams caused
By Satan's pernicious acts...