He'll Rekindle All The Dreams It Took You A Lifetime To Destroy..

Take a little walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a red right hand




Given the chance I would just go....
To live in the horror world. Maybe we all can. Hear the beats, relive the darkness. To feel the words pummel me with harsh realizations, to be stripped of emotion and conscience. No, that already exists, though deep down.
The world hurts. Everybosy hurts me. How cares? I don't. I'm sick of thinking and pindering whether it's going to anytime, cause in the end we don't have the right guts to really end it. We want to, but can't, how unreal and sad.
If you realise, the world hates everyone. No, everyone hates everyone. Its a competion, it's a race. For survival. You'll hack and slash anyone that stands in your way just to get what you want. Some come out winners while others lose, and get buried alive in the ever desperate struggle. How sad?
Again.....
Who cares?
I don't.
Why even bother?
No one's going to look back at you twice. Help some? No, they step on your head and they keep moving. Without you.

I'd ask the devil why he's so nice when others aren't. To sleep awake and have an unearthly conversation with men who don't have faces, whose voices pierce the impenetratable shadows telling you it's only a dream when it's actually real and you dont want it to end.
How eager this madness.

And then sleep with her, that woman of undying lust, to feel her pulse pound rapidly beneath my touch, her eyes sometimes shut, and then wide open in pain and pleasure. Tearing her skin apart with the slightest kiss, hearing her graon when she should be screaming, feeling the blood rush to the surface with it's warmth, then cooling , then burning as it flows down to where it stays, right where it belongs. She rips my skin, i feel the slight breeze of air as it seeps gently into my system, do you think this will ever stop?
She says : "No...take me."
There's no stopping the lust and passion, it's the exchange of our slithery life ebbing away with each devious kiss that takes us beyond all deception. I feel her for who she is, she always asks for more, yet her body begs for me to stop.

I'll take your life with me and learn to be ignorant of emotion.

Because the blood is life, and that's all I live for.