Explore the Crypt

The creature’s opaque eyes search in bloodlust This is the time survival is a must It’s hunting to tear apart living skin I believe we’re paying for all the sin It knows that I am her and I’m alive Must do everything I can to survive The insanity. more than I can take Could this be from some government’s mistake From upstairs, I can hear the closing door It traces the footsteps across the From this metal box, I can hear the screams The creature devours my hopes and dreams How

The wind flows with blood-stopping wails Just like the ones in campfire tales Slowly, your heart starts to flutter Pounding like the wooden shutter Pause as you open the front door Walk right into cobwebs galore As you ascend the creaky stairs Boldly go where no one else dares Your steps stir up the dust so thick Proving to all you’re not afraid Venture to where the dead have stayed There is a room at the end Enter at your own risk, my friend Standing in the farthest corner A

Keeping things in the family wasn’t that hard. While they lived upstairs, he had a nasty habit of falling down the winding stairs. He would take nasty falls, which always left him black and blue. The only reason Deanna ever took him to the doctor was due to school requirements. However, in the first grade, he would be hospitalized twice. Both of which were unique. The first time was just after he had chicken pox. He had just returned to school for the spring term, and the new

He knows everything you secretly want You fake being an idiot servant Finding some cheap ways to extract money Keep it up, buddy, he finds it funny He’s exploring even your darkest sin A sinister smile, it’s time to begin Rancid black fluid oozing from your head Awakens you from slumber in your bed Everything you’ve done, he won’t be so kind The mirror shows that the dead are behind Backed up against the wall, sweat starts to form Welcome to the world where nothing’s the norm

From the castle keep, Lord Dourka sits on his throne Pondering all the horrors that he has been shown His blue-gray bloodshot eyes locked in a morbid stare Contemplating the fight with the sinister pair The evil has entrenched itself within his brain The demon whores look forward to the blood they drain Dourka would not stand for their wicked corruption His poor subjects became their choice of consumption The once bountiful land, now a desolate field The time has come for him

When Eric was born, he was baptized in the Lutheran faith, as that was the faith of his father and his family. However, he spent the weekends with his maternal grandmother from the time he was three. She was a devout Catholic and would take him to church every Saturday at 5 pm. He didn’t know what was going on, and she told him to be quiet, as they were in a house of God. To keep him calm, she would give him her Rosary. It was broken, depending on how you looked at it, on the

How is it that the guilty have more rights Then all the victims they put through such plights They say the punishment should be humane Did they do the same while they were insane Allowed to choose what would be their last meal Did the tormented ones get the same deal What kind of picture did the police find Yet to these pricks we’re supposed to be kind Giving them labels like they don’t belong Trying to reason what would cause their wrong Now we’re humane having lethal infect

I sit patiently by my beloved’s bedside And there I will remain with no one to confide She twitches in agony with each twist and turn It will not be long before she will start to burn Now, more dominant on her face are the freckles No longer does the handkerchief have red speckles I pray that I could ease her suffering and pain Her moans grow louder and are driving me insane Another red eruption, she calls out my name I know when I see her face, it won’t be the same I wipe aw

It was at the end of 1978, and the Caffertys were in the process of adopting the newest member of their family. Eric was excited as he would have a playmate, the parents’ other son. The two things that they knew were that the mother and father couldn’t afford to keep him, and that his parents were crackheads. They knew that the poor child was going to go through withdrawals, but other than his mother being a piece of shit, everything on the ultrasound was coming up aces for t

A grove of weeping willows in decay The impending doom fills all with dismay Guarded by an ominous black steel gate It definitely knows no time or date Always gloomy is this foreboding place Such a relief to see an angel’s face From a distance, they’re imperceptible You’re welcome, for all are acceptable You can always find the ones you’re seeking Silence is golden for no one’s speaking Knowledge coming from the deep impressions None holding onto worldly possessions All shape

It all started with the Mogul horde When they were mysteriously floored Throwing their dead right over the wall This act would be the start of it all All the way to Italy it came For history is never the same Way across Europe, it quickly spread Thousands of people would soon be dead Extending from the rat’s parasites The church leaders refused to give the Last Rites No one’s safe, not even the royals Each of them was marked with blackened boils Physicians at that time racked

Eric wasn’t a stupid kid, not by a long shot. He was tying his shoes and reciting the alphabet, both in English and in Sign Language, by the time he was four. There were several times when he became bored in class, as he had already learned what was happening in kindergarten. His teacher, Mrs. Harris, was a proud black woman, and it was the late 70s. One thing she didn’t like was the smart-ass white kid who shouldn’t have been in her class to begin with. However, he couldn’t

Bullet tears like knives through butter So much pain, his heart starts to flutter He never signed up for this strife Slowly, he loses his crimson life The country had lost its glamor Once the bombs started to hammer The medic tries to do his best But soon he’ll take his final rest Try as he may, the blood won’t stop Cleared away from the napalm drop Some morphine was given to him Pain is gone, and the light grows dim He only went to Vietnam To serve his much-loved Uncle Sam H

Leave it to the hypocrites to stand tall Unturned noses passing judgment on all The sister can smoke a joint around kids But s husband...

One time we could all speak our mind Two sides given to all mankind Can’t get your way, lash right out Never knowing what it’s about...

Say you’re against fascism, but make it true Confused by the definition, I’ve no clue Always protesting open debate Claiming outside...