Nightmare BladesBlood within the wallsNot knowing if you’re really hereTwisting, turning in your sleepIn your bed watching shadows creep.Metal claws scrapeGiving chills down your spineDemons laughing as you fallIn a Hell where they’re the LawFast pumping veinsInsaneClown’s evil gamesWill reignMother always saidIn bedWith maggots in your headNightmare bladesCutting my mind in halfNightmare BladesPushing me through the glassSee no, hear noEvilFeel me, fear meNow.Numb to the touchDesire spreads like a diseaseSatisfy your taste of itJust another throat to slitDisappear with needlesGrasping death at handAnd ending to another lifeUpon the engulf of midnightScreaming and moaningKnowingSpiders are crawlingFallingGiving me signsOf myDevils in disguiseI’m closing my eyesTo hide what I see insideIron chains of orderBlack wings of sulfurLet me go, let me goEntity of my mindBut there’s no way to escapeAs the evil delivers fateHands and
XI. Burnouts and DropoutsThe Obsidian TheaterWelcome to tonight’s showAllow me to introduce myself.I go by many namesSome of which, you may knowBut those do not need to be mentioneda howl, a moan, a scream, a summoningLet’s keep this interesting.This is the midnight callingThis is the raven cawingThis is the shadow lurkingAnd the jackals slurpingThe demons wailingWhile Charon is sailing,The AcheronThe riverThe firstThe Eternal songOf dripping liversand ThirstStopThis is all confusingAnd amusingTo someAnd manyBut to me it is painfulDemeaningPutridRepugnantDetrimentalDisturbingAndA subjective simmer of passivityA pious dose of sheer calamityOnce upon a timeIn a land past the desertWas a neon capped cityDevoid of hopeAnd shaped byCasual nihilismAnd too much moneyA powerful portrait in all its brevityThe display of sweltering people melting against the asphaltThe mucous sunscreen and coarse sand between the toesAnd crooked nailsAnd bleached hairAnd coffee s
IX. Corpses and IllusionsThe Obsidian TheaterGood eveningWe’re glad you could join usIt’s been a whileWe have much to discussBut firstClose your eyesTell meWhat do you see?Do you see the stars?Or the lights?Do you see the imprinted shapes from the world on the other side of your eyelid?Or is it all just darkness?I ask for I don’t knowNot unless you tell me.The things I ask are the things I’ve seen.But what have you seen in the void of your own darkness?What would you ask me?What would you want me to see?I know these are a lot of questions and maybe we should come back to it.But sometimes we can’t go backNot from this.Do you see now?Do you see what this means?It means that there will not be a life were you correct the pastNor a life where you mend the emotional wounds with your own handsThe wounds that you dealt, but someone else was there to healWhere were you?Why didn’t you help?Make excuses as much as you want.PleaseGo ahead.They will wait f
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