A Curse Upon Our Love (She’s A Keeper)

A Curse Upon Our Love (She’s A Keeper)

Child of lies, point your sword up to starry skies. Yeah. Yeah.

And if you ever need a gun to shoot the fixed constellations...

Don’t hesitate. Don-Don’t hesitate.

Red moon fill thy eyes black with hate.

Don’t hesitate. Don-Don’t hesitate.

The lover inside shall hibernate- in a primal, animal, sedated stage.

She’s a keeper. My little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

She’s a keeper. My little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

In the chill of winter’s night, I sit alone on a jagged mountainside.

On her back, I shall ride as my sight adjusts to her nocturnal way of life.

Through the thicket, through the marsh of flies, creatures of the full moon shall arise.

Hunters seek the witch that they despise, behind the burning lust of her monstrous disguise.

Run baby, run. Daylight has died. The townsmen want you, dead or alive.

Run baby, run. Darkness arrived. Will their children be safe, and will you survive?

Every time my beauty transmutes into a beast, I fall out of her arms and our love grows weak.

I don’t know what the demon inside of her seeks, but I let her rape more than she will eat.

Every time my beauty transmutes into a beast, I fall out of her arms and our love grows weak.

And while my hairy lady feeds, I beat her prey to silence their murderous screams.

Run baby, run. It’s not too late, to reverse this spell-bound, cursed state.

In my dreams, I always see your face, but your howls over town makes me awake!

She’s MY little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

She’s MY little, bitty creeper. Had her life for sacrifice, but now I wanna keep her.

I cannot help that my heart is tied to a beast that is my bloodthirsty bride.

Child of lies, I shall forever be your mortal knight. Yeah. Yeah.

And if I ever need a gun to shoot this fucking abomination...

I won't hesitate. Won- Won't hesitate.

She is my bestial doll, and I’m just werewolf bait.

I won't hesitate. Won-Won’t hesitate.

Move the finger, pull the trigger. (I keep telling myself.) I love you. I love you.

Sweet sacrifices at low sins and prices. I love you. I love you, earthborn monster. Heart-attack maniac. Deviant, moon demon. Lustful, wildebeest goddess. I surrender and present my bare body to thee. The only witnesses shall be the evil trees. Take me! Bite me! But don’t forget, this pistol is loaded with a silver bullet.

Insects & Robot Brains

Insects & Robot Brains

There’s spiders in the galaxy. One, Two, Three. Their cobwebs catch the dreams of the uninspired earthlings. Starving their bodies while they are deep asleep, humans are conformist who just need to eat...something original, something motivational, something inspirational...something unique.

Smear makeup over the cut places. Cover up what life did to all of your faces. It’s so magnificent how the human skin will repair the tears etched far within. Well, if you’re not pretty, then you are ugly, get plastic surgery because society will judge thee. It’s all about how your face developed since you were a baby. So, come out as a movie star if you ever wanna feel complete.

Look at the prestigious checking out the prey- beneath florescent lights and authority. Delicious works of God are prone to cavities. His tools will fill their voids with silvery mercury.

The dentist will spread you open. He’ll spread you open wide. Part those curious lips and let the doctor inside. Surrender the locked mouth to the latex hand. You were born as the sex to be harnessed as a slave to man.

A journey to find yourself. Quit trying to be somebody else. Because the lower that you go, you descend into a labyrinth- that only you know. Savoring the sweet absinthe. A black sky made of crows. Your conscience is absent. The rivers of poison overflow. The earth is dead. The clock is ticking. You’re wasting your chances to be anything aspiring. Quit being silent, There’s so many things worth saying. Will the world know who you are before you start decaying?

I’ve been smothering on a planet. I’ve already picked out my casket, but something tells me that I’m worthy to be something permanent. My life is not immortal. I’m swimming out of a gravitational pull with floating, dead astronauts and their abandoned space shuttles. Swirling into a whirling, unending oblivion. The life forms on this planet are as distant as aliens.

The satellite signals are warping our embryos’ minds. The gun-vermin-t are wasps gathering dirt to secure their hives. We are six-legged insects that are programmed to consume- anything that the mindless flowers produce. Hanging from silk threads, wriggling in our cocoons. I feel the gentle crawling of the starving, brown recluse. How could the situation get worse? I finally broke loose, and fell toward the blinking lights of the technological universe. Just don’t comply with the robots’ computerized brains. We don’t need a remote control to move. We don’t need to be maintained.

-Sir ßane Ðefiance

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