Upon darkened dancing shadows, eerie midnight falls. Somber piercing winds of cold, quietly bestowed
chanting melodies, dwelling empty and unheard on deafened ears. Resounding dancing whispers, that only
a few could hear ... echoes through the bitter cold of midnight's putrid air. Falling silently upon darkened shadows of the night, dancing whispers grimly lingered through the gloomy night's descent ...
... Beauty is art yet unfinished, waiting impatiently to be blanketed in the warmth of its delusion, neatly woven from its own affliction. Only the artist has eyes to see his
carefully crafted perfection ...
a man's work is never finished, left undone, it seeks perfection. As famous men have fallen high, of much
their own unsettling affliction and all the while they must continue, searching for their famous recognition ...
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, in which
is the choice of his own desire, selfishly, to possess for himself for his own demented reflection, the fruits in which he so grimly reaps, becoming darker, and deadly bolder ...
You can't turn your face away as I possess your last breath. Off it goes into the dark unknown while
your eyes can only see what I've allowed so graciously. Now, your death is mine to behold as I make myself
so eminently known ...
Death is a strange mystery dwelling
dark and deep inside. It's so unknown to you, but it's not to me, you see. Yes, it's alive and
well waiting for you, and waiting on me ...
~Oh, Pretty Missy~
Oh, little, pretty missy, how sweet you will taste, when
I lick your blood from your innocent face. Your warmth shall be mine, as I shall partake. You'll belong
to me for as long as I make ...
Evil masks a faceless stranger with intense eyes, to be unforgotten, lurking in the shadows of the darkness, ambulating, close and near. Evil rushes, spreading its fear into hearts of the unsuspecting innocent ...
~I Know You~
Woman, woman, my beautiful possession, the one that elicits
my obsession, can't escape the fate that becomes one's eminent creation when the time comes near. You think you hear me, but you don't know me, like I know you, so well. So, listen again, behold my words, ringing true, in lovely chords. I will see you soon, meet you in the darkened shadows of our minds, and we
will dwell, forever together, in our own hell ...
Is there a hidden meaning to this life? Full of sorrowed plight,
so full of strife? Where obscure dreams dare dwell, among our demise, eventual peril. Every night, and darkened
day, we blindly seek out, finding only dismay. Our empty life we pitifully name, hidden deeply secluded, in
our shame ...
Nowhere can a secret hide, always buried deep inside, locked
within a darkened heart where only evil dare reside. A sundry of time, now long past, grim memories taunting
Dark secrets of a deep disorder, a life
its own, a shape is molded. Alive it dwells inside a soul, forever lost amid ill toil, among unspoken, it cannot
lie ... no where can a secret hide ...
To spend energy, but mere time, plotting
sweet death for the unique and chosen few selected. Safety has no barriers, no boundaries, no secret
escape, you will not find. No where can you hide from such fate, not woman; wife, mother, nor sister, will cheat me of my heart's ghastly desire ...
Fame is now mine. And
it's time to give an encore. For what they have witnessed, of my art, so cleverly perfected, is only the
alpha, of what I can create. Until I prove there is no omega, unless I choose to spawn, an ending to my
game, in my own sweet time ...