CreativeXeni

Seeing that you saw my tape, ...as your soul is mine to rape. You stare at disbelief, and I in content, This was meant to be, this was meant. The days go by, and I wait in haste the hours drift by, my time is awaste. Then, your day comes, and my circle continues... you scream in pain, and I laugh amused. Here, in my well my life was short my soul was cursèd, the soon abort. But my leisure is death, and soon here after Echoes arise, my roaring laughter. See here, this was my fate, And here I am, always in wait. Seven days I say, do I dare muse? Why not? How dare I refuse! As I the fallen angel, the princess of black Minus seve

My Gothic Fairytale Little spider, Climb the wall, Weave your web, But please don't fall. Bloodied hands, They work upon, Rotten corpses, That death feeds on. The night rolls in, And with it hides, Any hints of happiness, And all smiles subside. Princesses play games with, Knives and fire, And the princes watch on with, Lust and desire. Kingdoms riddled with, Hate and pain, The castles ruin under, Poisoned reign. Rats roam the streets, And the fog haunts the air, The wind whistles tunes, Of gloom and despair. Tormented whispers, Of lives long lost, Dance through the houses, Buried in frost. Blackened lunged and,