Wanna Play?

When the moonlight distinguishes
the suns burning flames,
it comes out to play,
a little nightly game
of horror and childs play.

Creeping from behind,
the creature of great fears,
far from beyond the hollows of the mellow bane.
Playing games with your mind,
cremating yourself into a vain sacrifice.

It comes with no awareness,
just the shadows that linger beyond its spirits.
Count to ten it won't disappear,
it creeps behind,
following the scent of your screaming terrors.

Shrieking, squealing,
curling up into your fear,
torturing your soul
in the burning desires of the tormented hell.

Grinding noises on the frosted windows,
blood splattered all over the tainted, white walls.
Slithering snakes all over the black surface.
Drowning you in their sins of their worshiped devil.

Binding trees of misery and gore,
blood dripping from the deadly black roses
that drape upon the tips of the misery tree.

Bloodshed from the souls of the warriors
of thy crimson wars.

The sun sheds blood,
through the flaming veins
of its critical heart pain.

Its always a genuine game
in the imagination of the fearing.

Remember me,
remember thy words I speak,
for thy lesson shall soon be taught.

Never fear, fear itself,
for there always will be
a far more greater fear
than fearing itself.

A childs game...
Childs play...
That's the way fear plays its games.

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