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Introduction




I come here once a year, on this very day of Hollow's Eve. To return to the place it all began, and tell the tale of my death to the children willing to listen. The story of how I, a priestess turned into a demon. This willow tree harvest my soul, and my mortal body rooted at it's roots with the enduring fear it relinquish from the earth. The haunting of my life began here, and I shall bring forth the events that happened.

The Unknown




A single moon beam, bestowed itself upon a child.
She gazes at a clear blue pond.
Her body surely frozen in time, while her hair being playfully touch.

A single moon beam, bestowed itself upon a child.
A single fragile smile, brought forth a flickering light.
Her warm eyes beckon, the darkness forward.

A single moon beam, bestowed itself upon a child.
The darkness creeping forward, with each dwindling second.
The pond grew muddy, and the light dimming away.

A single moon beam, bestowed itself upon a child.
Her body now in motion, engulf in pitch darkness.
Ugly shrieks, now present themselves.
Her mournful cries, muffled by the others.

A single moon beam, bestowed itself upon a child.
The gleam of it's light, revealed a bloody scene.
Be aware of the darkness.
You just may never, know what lurks around.

Prisoner of My Body




The harmful desire of death, shrouds this despicable mind.
The throbbing feeling, brings forth my agonising filled screams.
A lust for blood sets me on this path, of such darkness.

I no longer fear death!
Those rusty bars finally broken.
My evil self freed of this happy prison.

The throbbing of my throat, claims my life.
I can no longer control it.
Run before your delicous blood, is upon my hands.
These inner thoughts are now unleash.
My body filled of fresh flesh, and lost on this mindless journey.

The comfort of piles of their bones.
Brings me a mallivalent happiness.
A horror filled rountine comes upon me.
Those mortal creatures fear me!
Simply sacraficing a single pure child, to strifely my abundant hungry.

Mindless Cravings




My corruptive souls, yearns for more.
I vigorously destroyed myself, clawing at this itchy flesh.
I ignored the bubbling blood.

It's settlement, no where near satisfaction.
Those untrustworthy barriers, in still this deep vulnerable yearning.
This box they contain me in, must be destroyed for once.

The possession of this corruptive, soul trembles in only fear.
My empty body, lying on the ground.
A pool of blood surrounded my deformed body.
My eyes release a blank stare, and my essence dwindles.

A Dream Come True




A bewilder tension grows, in a familiar nonsense.
It's icy cold winds, creep closer and closer.
A foreseen tyrant spreads, its depressing dark wings.
As I edge corruptively towards this brute.

A bewilder tension grows, in a familiar nonsense.
My fears grows hastily.
My heart pounds uncontrollably.
As my mind knows I'll be dragged to hell.

A bewilder tension grows, in a familiar nonsense.
It's black button eyes, filled of torture souls.
My feet reach their new masters throne.
The brute's wings grew wide.
His scent smelt of rotten flesh.

A bewilder tension grows, in a familiar nonsense.
My body trembles, underneath his horror.
I'm frozen in fear.
While this madman, swiftly peaks at my peeling flesh.
This horrible death, is miserable enough.

Haunting Lullaby




An echo of music, soothes the beast inside me.
It claws at my inners.
It's sure desperation claims, this lifeless body.

An echo of music, soothes the beast inside me.
It's now in charge!
My horrible howls, exclaimed through the barren land.
This two-face life, has grown tiring.

An echo of music, soothes the beast inside me.
My heart quivers, in tear.
My hands, covered in fresh blood.
It forces my head, closer towards my shaking hands.

An echo of music, soothes the beast inside me.
I began to lick them, devouring them whole.
My red stain eyes, clearly seeing their numb corpses.
Her force of controlling this body, puncturing myself dearly.

An echo of music, soothes the beast inside me.
She inches my shriveled face, barely inches over their own.
My tongue touches their face, and I secretly aroused.
This strong heart, begins to crumble at once.
The shroud of darkness, now engulfs it helplessly

Bound by Hell




Thunder rolls from inside this hollow coffin.
Once an angel, awoke as a demon.
From those black stain lips.
Mournful groans relinquish from the depths of her soul.
Her trifle shrieks, beckon for help.

A mence stirred from the bottom of hell.
An unforgettable beast, lurks in the shroud of darkness.
My new life surround by unwavering darkness.
The hinder of mortal screams tortures me.

That hidden beast releases me from this prision.
In return for rescueing me, he brought me to hell.
Where my true suffering shall begin.

Travels of the Undead




Ashes travel in the distant wind.
My mind shedding gruesome thoughts.
This human body, shredded to the bone.
My dried blood, floods the floor below,

They scoop my eyes, leaving my eye sockets bloody.
My miserably brain, pulled through my acing nose.

This place is truly unbearable.
Though this isn't the half of it.
Daily, I'm force to burn others.
Their shriveled pleads, no longer bother me.

My cold-heart finally developed.
This evil soul, harbors my inner peace.
I once more, return to that realm of stupid creatures.
Be aware of my obvious territory.

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