Post by onyxfiretear on Jan 7, 2005 7:27:12 GMT -5
Eyes open yet cannot see
Lungs fight for air that will never be
Nails become increasingly filled with dirt
Splinters of weathered wood peirce through soft flesh
Worms wriggle around her head
Why was she left here half alive
Or is she really half dead
Tears fall mixing with earth
Unearthly voices whisper her name
Unseen hands caress her body
With her not able to move
They take full advantage of sweet innocence
Tormenting her with their thoughts
Slowly driving her to complete insanity
Wanting to take her body for their pleasure
Driving their seed deep within
Creating a bastard child of hell
Her screams never can be heard
Loved ones will never find the body
Never did she exist, well not in their memory
Pulled through her vessel of wood and rusted nails
Like a rag doll, she fell through a blackened vortex
Into the pits of her hell
Gliding through liquid passages
Her body falling hard onto a rock
Cracking every possible bone
Blood trailing down the dusted stone
Yet she did not die
Belly swollen from demon spawn
Screams echo in the empty caverns
Suddenly clawing and scratching can be heard
Many come fourth, all speaking in tongues
Faster the pace becomes
Until all the openings are flooded with demons
Eyes glazed over, hungry for her soul eternal
Jaws dripping with saliva, oh so hungry for the feast
Growling and snarling they slowly over come her
Acting so much like a pack of wolves
Pawing at her dress, ripping it to shred's
Making bites in her sweet succulent flesh
What was once pain to her
Has now become sheer delight
Breathing becomes more erratic
As she takes the delicious sensations in
Very soon the wicked of the night
Takes her as the vessel mother
Careful not to hurt the hell child within
They bring her to organism again and again
Slowly she sways her body
With the sinful rhythm they have provided
Letting her white soul become stained in satin black
Forgetting all she knew,learning all she will become
Closing her eyes and leaning her head back
Contractions begin, she laughs at the pain
Moving like liquid silk, she beckons forth the little one
Finally the dark-one arrives
With the mother laying in sheer exhaustion
She musters enough strength to look
Look at the new dark star that came from within
With a sweet smile and a sigh, she lays down her head and dies
With the cries of a dark star
Those who help crate him
Take his mother and burn her in a pit
For her honor and gift
As fast as they arrived to the depth of the caverns
They dissapeared, taking tiny dark star in a beaten blanket
Held him close and took him where he needed to be trained
To be the next to over run the skies with blood
Lungs fight for air that will never be
Nails become increasingly filled with dirt
Splinters of weathered wood peirce through soft flesh
Worms wriggle around her head
Why was she left here half alive
Or is she really half dead
Tears fall mixing with earth
Unearthly voices whisper her name
Unseen hands caress her body
With her not able to move
They take full advantage of sweet innocence
Tormenting her with their thoughts
Slowly driving her to complete insanity
Wanting to take her body for their pleasure
Driving their seed deep within
Creating a bastard child of hell
Her screams never can be heard
Loved ones will never find the body
Never did she exist, well not in their memory
Pulled through her vessel of wood and rusted nails
Like a rag doll, she fell through a blackened vortex
Into the pits of her hell
Gliding through liquid passages
Her body falling hard onto a rock
Cracking every possible bone
Blood trailing down the dusted stone
Yet she did not die
Belly swollen from demon spawn
Screams echo in the empty caverns
Suddenly clawing and scratching can be heard
Many come fourth, all speaking in tongues
Faster the pace becomes
Until all the openings are flooded with demons
Eyes glazed over, hungry for her soul eternal
Jaws dripping with saliva, oh so hungry for the feast
Growling and snarling they slowly over come her
Acting so much like a pack of wolves
Pawing at her dress, ripping it to shred's
Making bites in her sweet succulent flesh
What was once pain to her
Has now become sheer delight
Breathing becomes more erratic
As she takes the delicious sensations in
Very soon the wicked of the night
Takes her as the vessel mother
Careful not to hurt the hell child within
They bring her to organism again and again
Slowly she sways her body
With the sinful rhythm they have provided
Letting her white soul become stained in satin black
Forgetting all she knew,learning all she will become
Closing her eyes and leaning her head back
Contractions begin, she laughs at the pain
Moving like liquid silk, she beckons forth the little one
Finally the dark-one arrives
With the mother laying in sheer exhaustion
She musters enough strength to look
Look at the new dark star that came from within
With a sweet smile and a sigh, she lays down her head and dies
With the cries of a dark star
Those who help crate him
Take his mother and burn her in a pit
For her honor and gift
As fast as they arrived to the depth of the caverns
They dissapeared, taking tiny dark star in a beaten blanket
Held him close and took him where he needed to be trained
To be the next to over run the skies with blood