THE "CREEPER"
AS THE WORST I FEARED, WAS CONFIRMED
I KNOW IT'S BACK
TO DRAIN MY SOUL
I'M FIGHTING AS HARD AS I CAN
IT'S HOPELESS
I CANNOT CONQUER THE FEAR
THE FEAR OF WHAT WILL COME NEXT
THE "CREEPER"
IT'S NOW ENTERING THE MY HEAVENLY THOUGHTS
PUSHING THEM OUT
AS IT RAPES MY SOUL
MY CRIES OF ANGUISH GO UNHEARD
ITS NOW LOOSE AND I FEEL NO ONE NEAR
THE "CREEPER"
IT HAS CAST A VEIL BEFORE MY EYES
THE LIGHT NO LONGER SHINES
MY HEART, IT HAS CONSUMED
CONSUMED ALL MY HOPES
I DREAM NO MORE
THE "CREEPER"
DREAMS OF BEING FREE FROM THIS PAIN
FROM THIS HORROR
THERE CAN BE NO GAIN
AS IT SEVERS MY JOY
ITS TOURTURE IS RELENTLESS
AND SHARP AS A RAZORS EDEGE
THE "CREEPER"
I DO NOT WANT TO SUFFER THIS EVERMORE
I WISH I COULD RUN
BUT I HAVE NOWHERE TO HIDE
AS IT CLAIMS ITS VICTORY
IT ROARS,IT SCREAMS AND HOWLS
THE "CREEPER"
It Creeps Again
You now CREEP back into my life
I thought when i first wrote about you that you were gone
Turns out i was wrong
The evil that you bring
The raping of my heart
Oh how you shatter my dreams
The piercing spike which are your lies
You once again drive them into my spirit,my heart, my soul
Your exsistance is to fill my mind with doubt
Doubt that the things i want and need will never come true
For the truth now that i have shared, your goal and mission
Is for no one to care
Care that i have no more fight
You snarl and growl like a banshee, doing your best to keep me
Keep me frome being free of you, holding me down
In your anguish and despair im sure to drown
I cry to the Lord, Please let this end
But here you are again, Why do you still own me
Why wont you set me free, Why do you want to own me
I have nothing left to give,you have takin it all
The black abyss of lonliness has once again taken control
Im tired of the dread of this exsistance
There are no more appeals, you win, my fear, my CREEPER
Be gentle as you put me away
Away with the other souls you have claimed
8 years ago. Sunday, February 26, 2017 at 5:16 AM
The Veil of a Submissive ( Cry of Ecstasy )
Suspended in time and space
Sight not to be seen
The void waiting, waiting to consume Its next victim
Breath extinguished, from sinister thoughts
Perspiration oozing, trickling down
Down the exposed pathways of this heavenly Receptacle of pleasure
Pleasure arrived by the tremendous pain
Pain oh glorious pain, the prescription, yet to be filled
Filled by the hand of a Master , filled with with honor
Out of the abyss of silence , slicing the waves, void of sound
The long awaited sting, followed by the sharp crack
The Vessel shakes, but holds ground
Time after time with the rhythm of a thoroughbred down the stretch
The Master, the Craftsman , the Artist of untold pleasure
Injects his potent measure, to ease the Vessels lament
Fractured and leaking the sacred nectar only derived from pleasure
Knees weakened, the Vessel shudders and goes limp
As the long soft talons of electricity rip and tear the formerly
Delicate veneer of the pristine Vessel
It crumbles at his feet
Satisfied, the Master kneels to the ground
Gathering the residue left from the task at hand
The Master use his soul to bond the Vessel
To restore it
Just to fulfill its desires again