OldRottenDoll

A voice so quiet you dont hear a word. screams, so  quiet, so silently that only the ones that listens will hear. Her deadly tunes, echoing trouw your soul. Cawling accros your skin, feeding trough your cold death eyes, stealing the life you once had, So that you will fall. You won't even know it's there, It will hide in your soul, So deep it can hurt you from the inside

The last star has faded. The light has gone. I walk alone in death's garden. Doomed am I to wander, The eternal dark. Black,ever flowering roses. Line the broken paths. Their roots sinking in. Nourished by thorns tearing into dead flesh. Watered with corpse blood. Unafraid,every step sure of footing. Every step taken from memory. The darkness my ally. How do you hurt. What you cannot see. Content am I. My heart no longer reaching out, Blindly searching for solace. In death's garden. Another flower grows.

Bloodstains in my fingerprints. Screams inside my head. Memories of imagination. I'm dancing with the dead. Whispers in the shadows. Death waits upon the eve... I've come to love the darkness. The night is when I feed. Black, it is my very soul. The devil kneels to me. But like a stone, my heart was thrown. Into hell... eternity. Cursed by thy maker. Made to live among the dead. Collecting souls has made me old. Yet death is what I'm fed. I'd die to live tomorrow. For a heart beneath my breast. I chase it all in sorrow. Never reaching my own death.