Furrow below the demon skies
Trapping the prey, getting your highs
Suspect to murder, you have no case
Slow it down, retracting the pace
Ask for directions and find the way
Dont look back, savour today
Try all the choices, dont leave them be
We are not alone, we are always a we
During the time when my kind used to roam
Pillage and rape, destroying all home
It got blamed on the vikings but i know best
Its the undead that history should detest
Not the vampires, zombies or wolfs
Just the demons that try to engulf
Shapeshifters and the devil alike
I cant help it, it resides in my psych
They run through my blood and live in my mind
Drawing my energy, stealing my time
Under the watch of the deep dark ones
For mortal life this one longs!!!!
Up and around this mind of mine
Open the faces, explore all of time
Hold it close and cherish all the above
Show it you care and show it your love
Fall into the trap and lap it up
Try again because you need the luck
Losing the thought that you kept far away
The land is talking and you dont know what to say
Take all the chances, take the call
The moon will always rise, will never fall
Turn up the voices, let them all speak
Let them consume and let yourself peak
Corrupt people live in fear
Opened to the world
We, we live unknown to all
Undisturbed and curled
Stutter along the stained canvas
Taking in the surrounding flesh
Show the living your ashes
Blowing in the wind, covered up in mesh
Scratching at the coffin door
Open.... open up the gates
Stakes for the uninvited
In their lying states
Forage for the next encounter
Undone in the light
Waiting to feast again
When the moon is bright
Turn away from their faces
Do not show your soul
Unsatisfyied dont try again
For you will not complete your goal!
Sink, swim, into the dark
The teeth pierce and drain from the start
The pain is torture but turns you on
She whispers to you "It wont be long"
The warmth fills you then turns to stone
Then you realise your on your own
Soon you awaken body, no soul
You are not you, you are them!
By Mark Ryan
Up through the broken corpses
Down below the page
The flowers bless the dew
And wake up in their haze
The rivers flood the banks
And bring about new life
The sun winks to us
And eliminates the strife
By Mark Ryan
Zig zag - zag zig
Up down, flying pig
Undone zips, broken bones
Typing letters and throwing cones
By Mark Ryan
The darkness creeps through the trees
Taking hold of me and thee
Winding through the hills of pain
Never thy to love again
Fallen holes and raised up graves
Carnival jokes and happy parades
Commited pranks for the dead
Tormented Voices in your head
Holy mass, black as coal
Forgiving the process and sacrificing your soul
Up the steps and onto the plain
To waste away in eternal pain
By Mark Ryan
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