I hold in my hand..
A skeleton key
A key the Reaper bestowed onto me
The key that unlocks Pandora’s box
Letting out
Such vile, Such hideously grotesque things
Ah, Hearing the alluring beauty
Of such phantasmagoric sounds
Beyond a dirge’s comprehension
Descending below infernal deliriums
Clinging onto the wicked wings
Of a fallen Angel’s deception
Hearing the restless spirits scream
Whilst the Phantoms mourn
Zombies eating the brain’s of Satanic mantra sluts
Witches loving Witches
Dracula, All alone feeling scorned
All creatures of the night
Let us spread our own insidious disgrace
This place that makes even hell shake in fear
Taking in the pandemonium
Breathing in the dust
As the cobwebs replenish our skin
Laced upon our dead end lust
Ah, And look the moon, it’s full
Our transformation fully coming
Turning into beasts of debauchery
Howling with orgasmic rage
Giving into our own Lycanthropic urges
As the fog of agony joyously rolls right in
Laden to the night burning with 666 sins
Misery, What is there not to love?
Ah, Such tragedy it can bring
Ah, Such blood it can draw
Skull frolicking to the bones
Moaning such necrophilia moans
On this fright’s ghoul infestation
Where we call this ever expanding graveyard home
Ah, On all hallows eve
Beyond even Baphomet’s eyes foreseen
A phantasmagorical scene spreads out
Tainting all pure things
As the cold air penetrates our skin
In the great seduction of morbid curiosity
Evoking thirteen black cats from their demonic dwellings
Equipped with fiery red eyes set to burn the unwilling
Ah, Our trick is to lure them all in
Our treat is to watch them slowly suffer
Setting up for All Hallows day
Where we wait till the dead of night
To take more souls to our grave of endless torture
Candy full of razors
Embracing the danger
In this fun filled event
Where the living dead
Awaken from the smell of dread
Finally coming out
Of their solitary within
Such happy howling fiends
Turning dreams upside down
Creating nightmares
For the normal people
Who have already lived their lives in fear
Ah, They have no concept of how strong fear really is
It is such an unlimited entity in itself, Oh yes it is indeed
Happy hallows evil
Bring forth hollow screams
From here on out, You will never scare us away again
No matter what you do or say
For all of these years we laid frustrated
Awaiting for the right time to attack
Striking with great vengeance
Fueled with more fury than ever before
Consumed by the terror
I give in to the insanity
Becoming one with this macabre nature
Laughing at those who claimed this event was evil
The oblivious creators of the Reaper’s key, Such Puppets!
Sobriety from the addiction of grace
Ah, I have finally been hallow weaned
Reborn to sin, The endgame to all enlightened dreams
Into this bleak ebony anticlimactic anti rapture
Where I have finally completely succumbed to oblivion’s torment
I shall never rest in peace
Never shall I rest in peace, Never
This black within shall always darken any threat of light,
Always, Forever and all the way to the dismal beyond
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
10/30/11
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
War's Arrogance Revealed
Penetrating Pandora’s box
Climaxing to the depths
Of genocidal harmony
Reaching into
This retched heart
As this soul darkens
Into the bosom’s plunder
Of an Angel’s tainted abyss
Crying with shame
A heinous side slides through
Cancerous these emotions succumb
To depths lower than bowery dissension
Drowning in this rat infested sewage within
Laughing manically
Hiding this weakness within
Yet, On the outside, Full of arrogance
As this mind becomes impure
Weakened by irrational thought processions
Possessed by denial’s shallow misanthropic deliriums
It’s so easy to wear a mask
Made from the mass graves of delusional chaos
Smiling oblivious smiles
Distraught from inner travesties
But they seem happy
When I hide this very misery
Diseased by Pandora’s box
Slowly the world sees these misfortunes
Yet, When I begin to see their love for drama’s unfolding
I brag and scream
Every single self heinous act
As they become easy prey for my selfish inflictions
And when each part of me dies
They will make movies
Based on each tragedy
Becoming sympathetic towards me
The dictator of their broken promises
Crying laden tears of guilt
As I hand them tissues
Made from my own razorblade bliss
Come inside Pandora’s box
My new home sweet hell
This orgy is always willing to grow
Birthing deception so prevalent and vain
Bane across the surface
Of those willing to suffer
For the cause of one’s beguiled amusement
Suffer through this manmade hell
Oh, How I love it this way
Rough and scornful
That is where me and my disciples dwell
Counting the days when love fully disobeys
We would never have it any other way
Because I say what shall be so
As my minions cease to realize
They are just pawns
To my favorite game
Human chess
The game I play
Under my own devious control
Society
Say it isn’t soul
As your heart
Becomes my vessel
To the blackening
Of all innocence becoming impure
I love confusion
Such a valuable weapon it truly is
I never loved anyone but myself
Too bad I never existed
Till I was conjured up
By over inflated egos
Basking in the pity of others
Tyrants to the cause
Of their own narcistical needs
I smile
They cry
I won
They are all mine
God? Satan? Ares? Kali? ? Angels? Demons?
It’s up to you to make the call
This form will never truly be known
So you can blame someone else
That is what you are always good at doing anyways
Destroy each other
Never withdrawal from your superior thoughts
For they make my pain turn to pleasure
As I watch you all wallow in your own self pity
I am war
And I love watching everyone go down
Into shells of their former selves
As I relish in the shrapnel of their own destruction
I am the puppet master
Of all worst things to come
Death is my love
And that is all
For which I will ever know
Everyone accepts me
Because I take them hostage
Thus I own every one of their souls
Peace?
That ceases to ever exist
As everyone’s uncontrollable emotions
Love to implode
The end will only end
When I say it will be so
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
Climaxing to the depths
Of genocidal harmony
Reaching into
This retched heart
As this soul darkens
Into the bosom’s plunder
Of an Angel’s tainted abyss
Crying with shame
A heinous side slides through
Cancerous these emotions succumb
To depths lower than bowery dissension
Drowning in this rat infested sewage within
Laughing manically
Hiding this weakness within
Yet, On the outside, Full of arrogance
As this mind becomes impure
Weakened by irrational thought processions
Possessed by denial’s shallow misanthropic deliriums
It’s so easy to wear a mask
Made from the mass graves of delusional chaos
Smiling oblivious smiles
Distraught from inner travesties
But they seem happy
When I hide this very misery
Diseased by Pandora’s box
Slowly the world sees these misfortunes
Yet, When I begin to see their love for drama’s unfolding
I brag and scream
Every single self heinous act
As they become easy prey for my selfish inflictions
And when each part of me dies
They will make movies
Based on each tragedy
Becoming sympathetic towards me
The dictator of their broken promises
Crying laden tears of guilt
As I hand them tissues
Made from my own razorblade bliss
Come inside Pandora’s box
My new home sweet hell
This orgy is always willing to grow
Birthing deception so prevalent and vain
Bane across the surface
Of those willing to suffer
For the cause of one’s beguiled amusement
Suffer through this manmade hell
Oh, How I love it this way
Rough and scornful
That is where me and my disciples dwell
Counting the days when love fully disobeys
We would never have it any other way
Because I say what shall be so
As my minions cease to realize
They are just pawns
To my favorite game
Human chess
The game I play
Under my own devious control
Society
Say it isn’t soul
As your heart
Becomes my vessel
To the blackening
Of all innocence becoming impure
I love confusion
Such a valuable weapon it truly is
I never loved anyone but myself
Too bad I never existed
Till I was conjured up
By over inflated egos
Basking in the pity of others
Tyrants to the cause
Of their own narcistical needs
I smile
They cry
I won
They are all mine
God? Satan? Ares? Kali? ? Angels? Demons?
It’s up to you to make the call
This form will never truly be known
So you can blame someone else
That is what you are always good at doing anyways
Destroy each other
Never withdrawal from your superior thoughts
For they make my pain turn to pleasure
As I watch you all wallow in your own self pity
I am war
And I love watching everyone go down
Into shells of their former selves
As I relish in the shrapnel of their own destruction
I am the puppet master
Of all worst things to come
Death is my love
And that is all
For which I will ever know
Everyone accepts me
Because I take them hostage
Thus I own every one of their souls
Peace?
That ceases to ever exist
As everyone’s uncontrollable emotions
Love to implode
The end will only end
When I say it will be so
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
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