The smell of dying roses Lingers in the air Long after they're gone
Priceless
I'd sell my soul But it was stolen From me long before
Horror Story Waiting
He stood against the brick In the shadows Lurking like a rebel
Jumping at Shadows
Moonlight caste shadows That stretch into gruesome shapes To the unsettled mind
Condemned at Birth
You summoned me from the depths of hell And then condemned me For the very nature that you asked for
Where’s the remorse?
She pushed her out the window Through the glass panes And as she stared down
Too Close for Comfort
The white walls are closing in 6 feet by 6 feet Creep closer and closer
Grim
It's a grim day When the reaper comes Regardless of weather
Dig Deep
Dig a mass grave There will be A massacre tonight
From the Gates
Demons come crawling From the gates of Hell In hoards
Fragment of a Figment 