The Innocent Murder of Fire
I feel their burning stares, they know I am to blame
And yet I am invincible, protected by the beast
The power is inside of me, this evil has no name
Death is my friend, is my lover, is my god
Murder's my passion. I'll slaughter the lot!
And no-one will suspect me, the innocent young girl
Holding an axe and with blood on her curls
I hear the wailing souls, the ice in their cries
The ice water in my veins runs colder still
And yet I am unmoveable, protected from the storm
I gleefully proceed with my plans to kill.
Death is my god, is my lover, is my friend
And lives within me, lifetimes without end
Though no-one will convict me, the blood is on my hands
Sacrifice is what the incubi demand
I smell the violent fear, the terror in her soul
The hunger is unslaked, for soul desires flesh
And yet I am implacable, directed by my thirst
I whisper in your ear: "in death will we enmesh."
Death is my friend, is my god, is my lover
You are my passion and Death is the other.
And no-one will divide us, forever are we wed
As into hellish heaven we both are led
Contributors: | N, Anon., Dassn't Say, Beefy, fester, Karin, F. |
Poem finished: | 27th August 2003. |