Raise it high and bring it down. I lay my hatchet on the ground, down before my lette's feet. Swear my life to this clown to keep.
By Kaloriinn Mason6 years ago in Poets
At 5 o'clock, whilst Mary was standing outside Oslo, central station awaiting her train, she stared off into the horizon. Her train was late
By Kaloriinn Mason6 years ago in Horror
When you sing of death and gloom you fill your soul with the truth you close your eyes onto this world and find your peace
Swing the hammer Scream of death Slaying of the final breath Slowly dance the macabre Sway along the floor of blood Slicing wires upon thy flesh
♫♪♫♪♪ He looked upon the sky wondering why Beauty so far away Gazed up at the stars asks how he lived another day hours on hours