The ReaperHere, he sits upon his throne.Holding his schythe, all alone.Head dipped down, wearing a hooded cloak.The handle of the schythe, a dead oak.The blade purely made out of hardened souls.A million lost lives, a million unaccomplished goals.His hands of bone, not a single organ.He is simply a black hooded skeleton.For it is Death, the reaper of lives.This creature's touch, you cannot survive.For it is the reaper, the one of death.You can smell the blood beneath his breath.With no lungs, yet he breathes.Eating souls, yet no teeth.The reaper of life is a mystery, an unsolved case.No signs after a death, he leaves no trace.But we know he's out there, taking every life.And we know, that one day, it will be our time.
Pass Of The BloodbathDon't scream child, just take this path.Don't know what this is?IT'S A MOTHERFUCKING BLOODBATH!We have chains and cuffs, fire and knives.Strong and bold axes,The victims never survive.Become one of us, the ones who have control.Can't you see your mind has taken its toll?Listen to me, listen close, I am just like you.But much older than you, much stronger than you.Stronger than us two.Just come, dear child, come join the horrifying sight.Listen to them scream as you see the fear in their eyes.Don't scream, child. It's alright, don't let this time pass.You know what's gonna happen; A FUCKING BLOODBATH!
The Insanity's LoveWelcome, welcome, my dear child, to the insanity.Here we thrive with no mind at all, our thoughts flying aimlessly.We have no control as we are taken over, laughing without a cause.Words turn into growling as are fingers turn to claws.We become nocturnal and prey on life, eating it away.But just know, dear, we'll never let you stray.We stay in our group, by each other's side.No matter how mad we get, we always find some pride.No matter the level of insanity, or craziness in our minds.Somehow, we have these knots, that always remain intertwined.No matter the mindlessness pumping through our veins.We stand together no matter how much of sanity's pain.We let our minds free, our hearts pumping loud.So insane, yet look so normal in a crowd.
My NightmareSo at first, I somehow managed to get to the top of the Lady Liberty or something and I found out you can take the crown off. Somehow, I managed to throw it into the street. I killed two people. I then ripped off her head, then I fell. It was a lower building, only 20 feet down. The head missed the building. Killed over 50 people, broke in half. I couldn't control myself, I picked up the pieces and started to try kill more and more until I finally snapped back to my old self and ran.The thing that scares me is that the murders were just so.. Detailed. I could make out each and every injury..Vacation ended a day later and I flew back to my town, and I went to school. I was pulled into wherever the people cook lunch but it suddenly turned into an office. They started asking me questions about the entire murder, if I did it, if I saw anything of it. I lied and said no. They showed me a recording that someone took and they zoomed in on the person (Me) throwing the pieces, and it was very