GoddessLynx

Surreal Reality: The tides that bind a fallen city, Swirls of vision, animosity... Lost beneath a silvered glass, Watch and wait as hours pass. You find yourself, now surreal, Surrounded by clocks with a ticking squeal. You walk to the kitchen, a hand you find, A platter in which to place your mind. The microwave dings, the toaster rings, From the oven you pull, intestinal strings. You stab with the knife, it ends in your head, Place your mind into a toasted bread... You walk to the car, you breathe in deep, You look into your pocket; the bottle you keep. You take a long swig, it's a magical drive, Your soul falls asleep while

My Eternal Curse: Since the time I was awakened, From the dawn I lived and breathed. I have always walked alone, For I carry a dark disease. No matter where I go, No matter where I'm born. Always it will reveal itself, Always I am torn. The moon will shine from cloudless heavens, And soon the change will take it's place. My fangs will grow and fur will sprout, It is my deep and dark disgrace... Silverback, they called me, Bane of men and beast alike. Knights and templar, each and all, Sought to have me on a pike. I've killed so many countless men, They are faceless in my waking dreams. Bones shall litter the depths of my la