O sing the song I long to hear,
As thou watery grave comes near...

Walking the world on war torn lands,
The government holds all the power in their grimey...

Walking turns into running on this twisted pass,
From gravel to concrete and then to grass...

Come and take a seat with me,
Under the shade of the old oak tree...

Just like others, I've loved more than I should...
If only it was possible to change the past I...

A distant land in a far away place,
From reality to imagination kicking you in the...

Sedation sets in,
As I go under again...

I'm supposed to be going to my wedding today,
My bride should be walking down the aisle in pink...

Heard a song just the other day,
It asked a question that startled my brain...

I can't hear my music, someone turn it up.
Add a little bass, and pour some more tequila in...

Warning: this poem consist of gruesome content...
Cool day with a summer breeze...

Warning: This is a Terror Core poem. The contents...
I hear strange noise in my attic...