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In this bottle

I drink from,

is a sleep in which

no dreams come.



A taste that lingers

on my tongue,

in this bottle

I drink from.



In this house

where memories lie,

I sit here drinking

day and night.



Silently hoping

and waiting to die,

in this house

where memories lie.



In this bottle

I drink from,

lyes an ocean

full of rum.



If I drink deeply

will death come,

in this bottle

I drink from?

In this life

Of lessons learned

Pain that's suffered

Tears that's burned



Heart's still broken

Now you're gone

I say, "Good bye"

I wave, "So long"



If you should ever

return to me

Willing, my heart

just cannot be



Though I still love you

And always will

My heart's grown numb

And cold and still

Bloody lips

Bloody cheek

Bloody hands

Bloody feet



Bloody fingers

Bloody toes

In its hand

Is a bloody rose



The kiss of death

A blood doll's plea

Will you stay

Or will you flee?



Bloody eyes

They see all

Bloody ears

Will hear your call



Bloody arms

To catch your fall

You will be

My new blood doll

Wicked children

A mother's plea

Fallen stars

A raging sea



Shattered dreams

Stories told

The smell of blood

New and old



The hounds are searching

Can't find the light

The grounds are dark

And filled with fright



The creature calls

One last time,

"A final victim

shall be mine!



"Run my sweet

you can't escape

It is your destiny

It is your fate.



"In the dark

Is where I'll wait

Until I find you

And seal your fate."

In the mirror

Looking back

Cold dark eyes

And hair so black



The palest skin

And blood red lips

Painted nails

On finger tips



Throbbing veins

Full of blood

You've only done

What a monster should



You weren't asked

You just were given

This dark gift

Is now your prision



You are no monster

You didn't choose it

But now it's yours

You'll never lose it



It's your curse

Embrace it well

It's your new life

It's your new hell

Full of beauty,

roses are.

They bring life,

like the morning stars.



Full of fragrance,

when in bloom.

Yet even roses,

meet their doom.



They die away,

their petals wilt.

Their stems grow weak,

their heads tilt.



Their colors fade,

and turn to black.

You think they're ugly,

and their beauty lacks.



So I'll say it now,

as it's been said.

The most beautiful roses

are already dead.



They'll never die,

or fade away.

They bring life,

in their own special way.



So I'll send you a black one,

that's already dead.

Yet it's still beautiful,

as if it were red.

Powdered, crushed

And all forgotten

Filled with everything

That's rotten



Void and taken

Torn asunder

In this world

I'm buried under



Gone today

Gone tomorrow

Now filled with

A lot of sorrow



Aching pain

And piercing screams

There's no end in sight

It seems

Drops of blood

Upon his lips

Power in his

Finger Tips



Eyes so red

And full of hate

Eternal damnation

Is his place



The earth is scorched

Beneath his feet

Listen when he

Starts to speak



For he can tell you

Where he’s been

He’s damned to live

A “life” of sin



Existing for

A hundred years

He’s forgotten how

To shed mortal tears



He wants to weep

For the lives he steals

But he’s numb to life,

He cannot feel



No friends to talk to

No love at his side

Only death

And lonely pride



He watches mortals

Drink their rum

He wants to dream

But no dreams will come



A death-like sleep

Encases him now

And there he’ll stay

Until the sun goes down

Time is a killer

Like you and I

As times goes by

Things start to die



Flowers wither

People get old

Relationships crumble

Friendships are “sold”



To love is to suffer

To suffer, to die

Time is the killer

Of you and I