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The Second Configuration
Tears fall like rain every night
Sad little rivers down her face
Too much mascara in attempts
To look beautiful for blind eyes
Futile and down forever
Lacerations on pale flesh
Desperately sending a message
To any who would care to listen
Then came soon was her one wish
Something in the dark, a vestige
Red-rimmed black orbs watching, a vision
In his hand...
... a tiny gold box...
...tiny black box...
“Solve this configuration
For your salvation
You spit your venom
On the name of the Lord
Modify the body and soul
In waves of blood
Lament your sorrows
And open the box.”
The stranger said in her need
To brand pentagrams on her pale skin
Blind eyes will see with terrible fear
Stand tall and renounce the creed
Why live as a saint? Be one with sin
On your knees when Lucifer is near
The chains
Entwine
Like lovers arms
Hooking
The flesh
Rip out gobbets
The blood
And guts
Are free falling
Into the waiting maw
Of the great leviathans
Welcome home, sister, in hell
Black leathered and crucified on walls
Laugh out load when the madness sets in
Get used to the rotting smell
The stench of the dead along there halls
The pain fades, pleasure returns again
In her hand
...a shiny black blade...
...shiny black blade...
Break down the walls of reality
Lost are the ways of conformity
Look in the mirror to see
Your beautiful deformity
Black leathers stained with brutality
A sick and twisted mentality
Open the puzzle to see
You have lost your mortality
Inside this house of screaming
When pain transcends to orgasmic throes
The screams become moans of bestial need
Facing a thousand demons
Lapping greedily as the blood flows
You choose your place and begin to feed
In her hand
...a hell bound heart...
...hell bound heart...
Sad little rivers down her face
Too much mascara in attempts
To look beautiful for blind eyes
Futile and down forever
Lacerations on pale flesh
Desperately sending a message
To any who would care to listen
Then came soon was her one wish
Something in the dark, a vestige
Red-rimmed black orbs watching, a vision
In his hand...
... a tiny gold box...
...tiny black box...
“Solve this configuration
For your salvation
You spit your venom
On the name of the Lord
Modify the body and soul
In waves of blood
Lament your sorrows
And open the box.”
The stranger said in her need
To brand pentagrams on her pale skin
Blind eyes will see with terrible fear
Stand tall and renounce the creed
Why live as a saint? Be one with sin
On your knees when Lucifer is near
The chains
Entwine
Like lovers arms
Hooking
The flesh
Rip out gobbets
The blood
And guts
Are free falling
Into the waiting maw
Of the great leviathans
Welcome home, sister, in hell
Black leathered and crucified on walls
Laugh out load when the madness sets in
Get used to the rotting smell
The stench of the dead along there halls
The pain fades, pleasure returns again
In her hand
...a shiny black blade...
...shiny black blade...
Break down the walls of reality
Lost are the ways of conformity
Look in the mirror to see
Your beautiful deformity
Black leathers stained with brutality
A sick and twisted mentality
Open the puzzle to see
You have lost your mortality
Inside this house of screaming
When pain transcends to orgasmic throes
The screams become moans of bestial need
Facing a thousand demons
Lapping greedily as the blood flows
You choose your place and begin to feed
In her hand
...a hell bound heart...
...hell bound heart...
Published 1st Aug 2014
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