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Featured: The Prayer
The Music of Erich ZannYou play the violin of fateThe Music of Erich Zann by AlmostWhitey
With matchless, driven haste,
In the midnight hour late,
A song amorphous and displaced!
All the windows open wide,
You play, you play, you play!
You let the madness in and glide
Into the dreamlands far away.
You play the violin of things
Unspoken in the dark,
On your eldritch, howling strings,
That rip the space-time right apart.
You play the symphony of doom,
Beyond the purple ray!
O lunacy outside this room!
The vortex swirls, you play, you play!
Screeching, twisting dies the mind,
You play insanity!
Of the cosmic, starbound kind,
The gibbous inhumanity!
Blasphemous your fingers jerk,
In ecstasy and loathful chants!
Like a cultist in his work,
You play of fungi, serpents, plants!
You play with moonshine in your eyes,
Beyond the mortal realm,
Of the nameless things that rise;
You play, you play, to overhelm!
It echos through the spectral haze,
To Yuggoth's unnamed shores!
You play, you play, you play – you gaze!
My head! My god! The open doors!
Should HaveI remember standing above youShould Have by mmihalko13
Playing witness to your pain
How could you endure?
The misery frozen in your eyes
Beautiful daggers of despair that haunt me still
The tranquility of the night echoes within me
A surreal nightmare that will never end
My heart cries out when I am alone
Yet, I must silence the anguish
Our secret must remain safe
Or your sacrifice will be for naught
At times, the remorse challenges my resolve
Slicing through my soul
Filling my void with darkness
An unexplainable emptiness that wears on my façade
Shredding the fabric of what was
Destroying what could have been
Or sadly, should have been
The images remain so vivid
A spiraling visage of my hopelessness
The knife sliding across your throat
The river of sadness that flowed from your veins
The lone tear drying on your pale skin
Although I am older now, my tears will never dry
Just as my life will never be the same
Our love was my foundation
Shaping all that I was
Who I am
What I have become
Deep inside the tur
PYROMANIADream practitionerPYROMANIA by RJBG
Myriads the hour,
in the mirror glass
Twinkle, Twinkle, Liddell StarTwinkle, twinkle, Liddell star,Twinkle, Twinkle, Liddell Star by AlmostWhitey
Let's make haste and go to war.
Alice, don't you know, you're mad?
But we're all, so why so sad?
Take your Vorpal-Blade in hand
And snicker-snack through wonderland!
Take some heads, make a collection,
On the path to resurrection.
Or maybe it's the road to doom?
I know, i know, it's rather gloom.
But go now, child, there is no time,
Even for this little rhyme.
But well, you know, it was a killer,
More psychotic are just you,
On opium with caterpillar,
In Queensland with that bloody shrew.
Leave me now, you crazy cat,
With your silly hatter's hat,
And your pale-white rabbit-fur.
What I am talking?! It's a blur!
Just go away, you loony thing.
Cut and slice and kill something!