11-19-2012, 07:25 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-21-2012, 03:40 PM by WingsOfStardust.)
I do a bit of creative writing and poetry, thought I should share something that fits the setting! Also, I was going for something Tim Burton-ish - success or not? (Best read with Johnny Depps voice from Sweeney Todd)
Sinister with a tad of creative.
My dreams, my dreams, he said.
They are so vivid and alive, he claimed,
Such stories to behold, and yet,
Perils of the soul, a broken mind so maimed.
I watch you scream and gasp for air,
Such delightfully sinister, naive, adorable,
Crying, yelling for help, as I tighten the snare,
Crack, snap, cut, rip, I'll make you memorable.
Tick tock, tick tock, spins the arms of a clock!
Here there, there here, I watch it all with a sneer!
Ravens and rats will know of your woe!
As they'll feast on your flesh, bones and eyes!
They say, you reap what you sow!
So stop hiding behind all those lies!
The crimson does not lie,
It's the liquid of truth and tell,
Oh my, oh my, it looks like you'll die,
With no other place to go, than hell!
Pray tell, we'll see each other there?
Hope you get well... but that's surely impossible, swell!
Going to hell... that is, I hear is not quite the bliss.
But since you are first in line, you know, since I severed your spine? (Oops)
I hope you don't mind... ponderously I think, and looking from behind,
I should get this down on ink.
Oh my oh my, are you even paying attention? -- Is that a fly?
Oh my, you attract them already, you've always been so rotten,
perhaps I forgot to mention...
Oh well, oh well, it's all been swell and well,
with me at least, not you...
since, you know -- that what you reap, you sow? Justifications in tow!
Good bye, I'll see you when I die.
Sinister with a tad of creative.
My dreams, my dreams, he said.
They are so vivid and alive, he claimed,
Such stories to behold, and yet,
Perils of the soul, a broken mind so maimed.
I watch you scream and gasp for air,
Such delightfully sinister, naive, adorable,
Crying, yelling for help, as I tighten the snare,
Crack, snap, cut, rip, I'll make you memorable.
Tick tock, tick tock, spins the arms of a clock!
Here there, there here, I watch it all with a sneer!
Ravens and rats will know of your woe!
As they'll feast on your flesh, bones and eyes!
They say, you reap what you sow!
So stop hiding behind all those lies!
The crimson does not lie,
It's the liquid of truth and tell,
Oh my, oh my, it looks like you'll die,
With no other place to go, than hell!
Pray tell, we'll see each other there?
Hope you get well... but that's surely impossible, swell!
Going to hell... that is, I hear is not quite the bliss.
But since you are first in line, you know, since I severed your spine? (Oops)
I hope you don't mind... ponderously I think, and looking from behind,
I should get this down on ink.
Oh my oh my, are you even paying attention? -- Is that a fly?
Oh my, you attract them already, you've always been so rotten,
perhaps I forgot to mention...
Oh well, oh well, it's all been swell and well,
with me at least, not you...
since, you know -- that what you reap, you sow? Justifications in tow!
Good bye, I'll see you when I die.