when darkness approaches, so does this thing that comes night by night until death |
Cannabal Come With Setting Sun: so less. ...known as the Wickety Witch The Witch above thy head is gone It’s face a place of haunted wrongs And mask a feast of broken innocence teeth and glue of blood and sweat what fire grew and veins be gone and ate the flesh of this song gone wrong What shadow lurks and leaves a trace, echo sounds of repitious lust, enigma whispers with a wicked face my bedroom I no longer trust. Where an unnatural disorder did replace the lacking of familiarity... and fear from what was formerly a home known as just reality, ~inside when darkness falls... A thing nightly come be sorceress woman wicked black in dress hungry for she comes to form from shadow within her violent storm A creature of evil Cannabal reborn reborn, She transformed and now hunting me on her sojourn nocturnal norm. I shivering, sweat and crawl under, for condemned my day of light is now no more And my eyes - my bedroom this night, and everywhere I looked and placed my sight I swear something moved, a shadow for an unwelcome wave against the wall there it hissed like a hungry whore behind me rushing for what I swore I saw.. looking to meet me face to face what was not before ...a thing inside my door, I knew once daylight was erased that as the sun had pressed against the hills my fever raised, for I had chills, and mirror on the wall, there caught a face of infernal sweat and gore perversave, brutal and what so much more, a shadow of a Witch I saw. Her eyes an image I could not forget slamming on me like hungry flies and looming above my head; 'I will stick to the ceiling and drop, and rip the blanket off, and bare a sudden rush of blood, with your skin caught in-between my mask of teeth, I’ll rip and shred what’s underneath, I’ll break you into bones and flesh and you’ll see my burns, my scales, and what is left, of skin stretched across my jaw my mouth will be seen between the bones, and structures of my face, that is covered in marks of vile... EVIL hissed and a stench of trickery~ It will be so quick you won’t forget if I come or I only make pretend my attack you will be sure that nightly I’ll be back for your, my ever present darkness falls, I’ll get you pretty~when you least suspect, when your eyes close and the blanket knows no other but the comfort of thy cover Have the pillow and soft touch of cotton upon your sweet and innocent cheek...' ~she whispered in sinister foreshadowing~ 'It will be my turn to be your nightly dream before you get a chance to sleep I’ll drop on you like ashes to ashes under feet'. ~~~ Image of a Woman hanging by a noose with feet dangling when she is set ablaze, after trials places her under arrest clothes are not even stripped, yet she places her old hand upon her breast, “A curse I swear upon this town, you will regret, she whispers aloud, Your tragic vote and so, your nightly gown will be my heaven and my hell, I will be your change of dress I will become at first A message, and then a mess and for a decade or more, you will know my name for sure, as the one you cursed. By your own admission". "Yes, my Lord, she is damned, from our door till time without end, until no more, until eternity we deliver her from evil to your door and with this fire we set below her wretched soul as her skin is caught ablaze, will she go from this earth, and be erased. It is our mission, as a Holy place, to have her death become a famous face". ~ that is now a legend for ~ One hundred and fifty years, inside when darkness falls. And mother’s tears will scream, my children saw her face, and tried to warn me while innocence of youth claimed the very tooth of a child, that a ghost with blackness all around her hair, dark cape and blackness wild upon seeking revenge sought a little child my God, I have become, part of legend, my heart is frantic and alarmed I look upon - dig up the body that now claims when darkness falls A fairy of the dark, she loons the evening to catch not the tooth, But the child, and anything in the wild, and the heart, when night takes a step into the dark She screams, hissing aloud in her hellbound HYSTERIA "...Evilllllll..." echoing from every tree off every wall, from the ceiling and now at my pillow... '..I am now when darkness falls into your heart Evillll.. shhhhh is sounding from corners doom and floating in I run through your room, through and when I fall I sweep you into my arms, and Reveal my vows, screaming little child, mask come down, I am your fate, what heart? I have none .. but the appetite to eat you and with all my teeth no heart no heart ripping you apart- shred off from the bones Your skin until death will do us what it has always done when darkness falls and before the sun I am the thing that now is gone until tomorrow's setting sun... and without a heart return I will return until death do us part' * * * |