Horrorc0rpse

unwanted thoughts creeps inside of me, At first I thought It was a sick joke. I thought It was a one time feeling. But here I stand in the dim light, with darkness growing within. when the night falls, the sickness calls. Making me want more, making me lust. Lust for things no sane person would ever want. I should be afraid, I should be worried. But i'm not. and it frightens me.

Where the dead go to die, The flowers bloom and the birds sing. Songs about freedom and love, Songs no living could ever hear. Where the dead go to rest, The sky is blue and the grass is green. Untouched by eager hands, Untouched by man. But where man walks, There are no flowers and no birds. The sky is on fire and the grass is gone.