Sunday, March 9, 2008

succubus song

to hell I have been
a crimson dream
of demons unseen
come clean, oh Baal
I consider myself guilty
take me through thy trail
take me off this reality
oh succubi, drain me dry
won't drop but a single tear
pry me open, helpless and dying
leave me without hope and fear
wounds close but never heal
hellbound, timeless ordeal
for the sin of lust I am here
always will, always been

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

she moves

the way she moves
arms 'n' legs, everywhere
one to the groove
sister, mère
votre père stands still
feel, it stiffens, and now you hear
the casual scream
and those noises, delicious noises
of children being made

you cannot say we haven't tried
in fact, i came inside
and don't regret it
never regret it

tomorrow, one pill sold for the drug-store
a little more blood to the toilet seat
and we're set

dance of dead

the dead can dance
senses cold, hands in blood
it stains the floor
"move ye can no more!" ye shout
but it cannot hear ye plea
and like in those geas of old
it reaches your throat
kills ye three-fold
and yet ye still walk
the dead can walk