Consider this my two week notice to the world.


Finding the BluesHere's another note to self, so soon forgotten on the shelf, to keep in company with my thoughts, of blackened lungs and bloody spots, of times that fell away to rust, that blew away like so much dust. Here's an anthem for the dawn, an inbred child of devil spawn. And in the room left long ago, the photographs of fallen snow. Place to die in fetal grace, cast aside like so much waste. There before, and there again, we've come full circle back to sin. So when our saints come marching back, we'll sell our souls for poisoned smack. And here it ends orFinding the Blues


Just A Monster With A SoulThe red full moon is shining tonight, A perfect night that makes me thirsty, To find a delight neck to bite, And one to share my phobia of lightJust A Monster With A Soul
I hear your heart beat from miles away, A blood tear is my sign, For I once had been loved, And now my heart lives through your blood
The pain I cause every night, Is heard only at morning gaze, The screams and cry of a mother,
that lost her girl to a monster
I smile with tears of blood, As the hunger disappeares, Sleeping beside my new bride, A dead corpse with no name, A curse only
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