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Phobiathe lights are extinct
the wall advances towards me
I'm sick, I am afraid

the crowd ignores my pain
I fall into a black hole
I scream my distress in indifference

help me, this is too hard
help me, give me your hand
I need a little light

A sweet lullabyher life is a long insomnia
a hard road in the darkness
or she seeks the sleep

she is used every night for the children
but nobody has thought
that she had also the right to close your eyes

One last kiss before the Apocalypsethe day of the apocalypse
I will be near to thee
nestled in thy arms

the day of the apocalypse
my memories will parade in my head
my fear will disappear

the day of the apocalypse
I will put my ear onto thine heart in order to hear our love one last time

the day of the apocalypse
my lips are going to arise onto thine lips for one last kiss
I love you, I will love you, here or in another world

The voice from beyond the gravethy voice is sad and melancholic
she resounds in my head
a year already, that you're dead
a year that I'm alone

I have an strange feeling
I believe I see thy face in the mirror
i sense a presence near me

I'm crazy to hope or naive to believe
that I can communicate with thee

The New Generation Is SelfishIt’s hard to hide the truth from everyone else
There’s not much to do but to point and laugh
That’s all that most of them really do
Taking pretty much everything for granted
Bet they wouldn’t survive a day out on the streets
Without some help from home

Tell you all that they don’t need some help
That they are fine on their own
Leave some food on their plates saying that it’s crap
They scream in anger about everything
That’s not gone their way
Dear god the new generation is so selfish it’s unreal

Go out every night looking for some fun with their friends
They get drunk hoping for someone good

The 7 gates of helleach gate hides a secret
each gate is a descent into the bowels of evil
choose his torture
choose his burden

prisoner of this inferno
I pray for my redemption
I pray an second chance

the hourglass elapses
the miracle does not occur
I'll have to choose a gate

The door of hellthe door is opened
I see the claws of the monster
he approaches the bed
his red eyes shine in the dark

this was not a legend
this story for frighten children was real
the monster is before me
I cry, I afraid

he catches my legs
I slip under the bed
the door of darkness opens slowly
I'm lost

The Countess and the ghosta ghost moves worm her room
he progressing slowly
with a perverse smile

the young countess sleeps peacefully
lost in her dreams
she hears nothing

the door opens
the beauty is in front of him
her face is delicately pose on the pillow

he hovers above the bed
admiring the curves of the young woman
this creature is so delicious

he leans a little
her neck is gorgeous but it still hesitates
this woman is so pretty

tortured by his choice
he prefers to leave the room

my lovely countess, this night was pleasing
I leave you this rose
to help you remember my visit

you are to me
but you ignore it yet

my frozen heartthe winter is harsh
my hands are cold
the gloves are unnecessary

my heart is so cold
that he looks a bit like to this frozen lake

Prisoner from the Ice
he knows not breathe
he suffocates like our love

a line of cocainea line of cocaine
before starting her show
she has need of narcotic
to be able to remove her clothes
on the scene

or the bank notes are agitated
like if she was a prostitute

a line of cocaine
to find the strength
of unveil her body
has this frustrated crowd

she is afraid of a overdose
but without the cocaine
she would already be dead

The fate of an slavethe cell is narrow
the feces litter the ground
the odor is is unbearable

when I look at through the bars
I can see the boat of death
this boat is an executioner
he kidnaps, he destroys, he kills

tommorow, I'll be on the boat
my name will be replaced by an identification number
order to be sold on the market

if I'm still alive
this is thanks to my faith
this is thanks to at the recollection of my wife

in a corner of my head, I hopes always be free

The price of immortalitythe blood on my lips
the heart torn by guilt
the tears on my face
the sadness that invades me

I killed for the first time
I took a life to feed me
the immortality has a price
that I pay today

The sound of this guitarshe is on the scene with her guitar
her music is soft and melancholy
a wind of nostalgia hovers in my mind

I think to this love lost
I think to this woman in the eyes black as the night
this first love that we have forget
but always present in our heart

the sound of this guitar has a strange charm
a back in time
or the regret haunts our head

Heart of CrimsonHis heart is made of crimson
His hands stained with dark immoralities
His feet are bounded with sin
His mind is cruel
Eyes empty
Darker than the deepest pit of the ocean

He reached for me
immoral hands grasped my throat
His hollow eyes met mine
And my soul was corrupted forever more

Now my heart is made of crimson
My hands stained with dark immoralities
My feet are bounded with sin
My mind is cruel
Eyes empty
Darker than the deepest pit of the ocean

I reach for my next victim
To spread this unshakeable disease
You wont no what exactly happened
Until your eyes are hollow like

A Tale of Inspiration

My inspiration
Is of the clouded air
Faded away,
And never to return...

It can not be grasped,
Yet is a foe
That stands joined in fog,
Then flies with the crow

How can I train my mind,
To know what to look for,
To search the battle from the dark?
Perhaps it remains a forgotten lore...

Inspiration now,
As I wander alone,
In the crevices of thought,
Has become a sword in my hilt

For once my inspiration,
Is of inspiration...
Itself.

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my eyes are to color black
my body is bruised
my courage abandoned me

i'm dewatered
my face is lacerated
I'm torn inside

the priest has aground
I have more the force to resist

My life is destroyed
the hell will my future

she wore a silk dressshe wore a silk dress
the delicate tissue on her body was cold
her cheeks was reds
her face glazed

I put my jacket on her shoulders
she laid her head against my heart
warmed, she fell asleep in my arms

since that winter evening
I love this girl
she is my treasure

again one day of darknessagain one day of darkness
in this life painful
or my happiness is prisoner
in the castle of the eater of hope

again one day of darkness
or the reality is glaucous
or the dreams turns into nightmares
or my wrists suffer from pain

the demonessthe obscurity pervades my soul
the light is away from me
the demoness plays with me

resisting the temptation is hard
this creature is appealing
her shapes are voluptuous
her body is tortured by injuries that never heal
my mind is possessed by her charm

I am powerless
I am captivated by the demoness
the light has forsaken me
I am slave to this beauty of evil

the ballerina of the music boxthe ballerina has a sprained foot
she no longer knows turning on herself
the metallic pedestal is broken

she was tired of turning
she was tired of hearing this melody
she was tired to be watched

this metallic box, it was hell
it was the darkness
it was a nightmare

now, she is free
but she is afraid of world that she discovers
it is so different from what she hoped

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The torments of a star

by ~katsumoto82, Jan 18, 2013, 10:48:14 AM
Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

my heart makes me sick
this life destroys my body
vomit has become a habit

I love the dancing
I want to be a star

the other girls are beautiful
the other girls are thin
me, I'm not like them
I am different

then I suffers in silence

The torments of a starby ~katsumoto82

Literature / Poetry / Horror / Free Verse

©2013 ~katsumoto82

she hopes to become the heroine of the spectacle

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*TristanCody Jan 22, 2013 Student Writer

Very blunt poem. It really depicts a common emotional state I see in many girls nowadays. Thank you for sharing and bringing just a little bit more light on the subject.

In a poetry perspective, it flowed very well and in had its own unique tinge. Very nice read. Definitely a piece I could suggest.

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*malphasloveshisfries Jan 20, 2013 Student Writer

I like.

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~katsumoto82 Jan 20, 2013

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~FairyRora Jan 19, 2013 Student Writer

No need to suffer in silence. Most of us aren't meant to be rail thin anyway

Just healthy, like God intended. Hold your head high and remind yourself that if everyone was like everyone else, this world sure would suck

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~katsumoto82 Jan 19, 2013

accept for moving forward

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!Mooki-Blaylock Jan 18, 2013 Professional General Artist

cool pic but it's not yours take it down

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~katsumoto82 Jan 18, 2013

she expressed my text

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!Mooki-Blaylock Jan 18, 2013 Professional General Artist

looks like someone needs to read deviantart's etiquette policy [link]

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Mood: Fear

~katsumoto82 Jan 18, 2013

ok

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!Mooki-Blaylock Jan 18, 2013 Professional General Artist

you are n deep, deep trouble, young lady

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