Down the Corridors She Still Walks
There was a little girl
So different from the others
With internal heartfelt cries
Her existence in lonely smother
She never fitted in
Her parents became so lost
A decision they came to make
To their paternal cost
To a place where they have taken her
This girl from their hearts
They are now lost in their limbo
Heavy tears as they depart
The doors close and sever
As they fade away
Into her distance
From her future stay
To her room she is taken
Her world now torn apart
Scared and visibly shaken
Her past and them apart
Many months have passed
As trauma's fill her years
Happenings so horrific
That left so many fears
Deaths became so common
Objects would fly at speed
As all around her panic
She's called the devils seed
It's been two decades now
As this place has died it's death
This girl that came so young
Left so many reft
Her life was finally taken
One long cold winters day
In a bath full of water
She let the razors play
This building she called home
Where people passed and talked
This young girl, the devils seed
Still down the corridors she walks
Order of the Fly
He, Beelzebub, 
Hierarchy high, one of
The dark seven princes
From Hades he Came
He of the depths
To the surface he came
Horned demon from Hades
To cleanse your surface with flame
This beast of the dark
Surfaces to spread his plight
To enhance his black
Extinguish your light
Your skies will become red
His heathens will march
Your world as you know it
Will become torched and scorched
His cloven children
Will spread like the flames
For you will be eternally dark
Kneel down and proclaim
Chant to your master
The Dark King has come
When your chanting is over
Your new world has began
He Rises from His Dark
He lays me down
On a tablet of stone
As he sits powerfully
On his ancient throne
I have been made ready
By his servants of Hades
As I lie here awaiting
His touching cascade
This horned icon
From deep in the dark
I now feel his hands
For he will make his mark
I have been chosen
Brought in from the light
For his future and seed
To be from virgin white
For when his son is born
The darkness will rise
From the depths of Hades
You will see from your skies
What you will see
As your day turns to night
Between this change
Crimson red is your sight
For what you are seeing
Are the flames from his hell
And his vision of your blood
As he will rise and tell
To walk in his shadows
They are blacker than night
Revel in his darkness
And blot out your light
Follow his visions
For he can tell
If you are not on his path
He will dam you to hell
The Mirrors Spoke
The fear of her looks
Became thorns in her side
Her images were shattered
Because the mirrors decide
This beautiful girl
Who sees a different face
She hears the world laughing
No matter where she is in place
In her bedroom at home
She faces her demons alone
Unknown to her family
For years she has roamed
In her dreams one night
She receives her wish
Surrounded by mirrors
She cuts her wrists
Because the fear of her looks
Had penetrated so deep inside
This beautiful girl
Who now, no longer resides
The Number of the Beast
Book of Revelation,
cryptically asserts 666 " the number of a man "
Two thirds into the
apocalyptic vision his appearance has began
This dark magical
number appears in so many ways
All the numbers on a roulette wheel =
666, lets play
In the Pennsylvania, 1980 lottery scandal
Equipment was tampered,
three sixes the winning handle
Even computers have had this
number to worry
Macintosh's Seven-Dust virus, in 666 bury
In a
book called the Bible, Adonikam's
descendants amounted
To Jerusalem and Judah, from Babylonian exile -
666 were counted
The Aryan tattoos of their Brotherhood
Six
sixty six, a number understood
Is this just a number or is it
coincidence
That it surrounds us, in our very existence
Are we
to be afraid of this number in any way
hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia, seems this number
has many says
Ones Darkness
Sitting in my darkness
surrounded by oneself
silence resonates, abounds ~
my life,
like a space on an empty shelf
Deeper into my thoughts I go
whilst their shadows lacerate
now truncated, unparallel
I now await my fate
My mind now twisted and torn
open gapes show in deaths abyss
who would have known, when born
a moment his world would list
Somewhere out in the darkness
drifts a wandering, roaming soul
who closed his eyes
and entered his thoughts
where he eventually reached his goal