Dirt in my mouth Nowhere to spit it out The dirt keeps pouring it
Jump Scare
Seems a bit Like a horror movie I keep waiting
Painted in Blood
This house is built on cruelty To its very foundation No amount of cleaning
The Times has Come
Angel of death waits patiently She need not rush No appointment is ever missed
Pulling the Right Strings
The devil on my shoulder Knows just the right words To cause me to doubt myself
Cold Deity
Howling to the moon She stares back Coldly and does not respond
Feeding Frenzy
Cut my heart out And feast upon it It's much kinder
Toxicity
Living in a world of gas mask terror Never thought I'd see the day Where we would fear
Come Play With Us
Puppets dangle from their strings Slumped, in disarray Waiting for the masters directions
Ghost of a Sound
There's a whisper on the wind And my head turns As though you have called my name But there is only the wind
Fragment of a Figment 