ImInnocent• Show poetry

I would describe my poetry as a dark,deppressing
also a little confusing at times
and pretty much what ever i'm feelin which is mostly dark.
Um an as for me I would describe my self as well i'm kind of an idiot but thats just me.
I'm a recovering self-mutilator (A/N no that does not make me Emo)
More about me
standing outside while its raining

fav music:
Cradle of filth,korn,mcr,mm,icp,deicide,dissection,pig destroyer,ect.

fav. books:
Any thing written by Neil Gaiman,James O'Barr,Clive Barker,Anne Rice,Sooyeon Won,uh just watever's intersting

fav movies:
night of the living dead series,
the leprecaun(do not hate on the lep he's the shit),chucky,an various others ect.
an i'm also into anime an comics

i like quotes:
'Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.'-Angela Carter

'Communists are people who fancied that they had an unhappy childhood.'-Gertrude Stein

'I can't help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.'-Oscar Wilde

'Politics is war without bloodshed while war is politics with bloodshed.'-Mao Zedong


LYRICS AN SHIT

My Magic 8-ball tells me the truth
I tend to shake it in a telephone booth
I ask who to call, and it says not you
My Magic 8-ball tells me the truth


Thor Lange-My Magic 8-ball



Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

Dorothy Parker-Résumé




Passion...
It lies in all of us.
Sleeping, waiting, and though unbidden,
it will stir, open its jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us... passion rules us all.
And we obey.
What other choice do we have?...
Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief...
it hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion,
maybe we could know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... without passion,
we'd be truly dead.- Angelus,BTVS

Give us our bread and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin, but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's rattle your sabre and love your neighbours
But kneel to that cross on the wall.

See the roof fall, hear the bells crash
As flesh and bone turn to ash
Tried to conquer the sun with a Christian frost
The corpses' stench beneath the cross

Give them gold and they'll save your soul
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Hail to the boss of the great unwashed
And kneel to the cross on the wall
They wail and weep, the march of the sheep
As they go to the cross on the wall
And it's ever so wrong to dare to be strong
So kneel to the cross on the wall-
Kneel To The Cross By,Agalloch

Lord Abortion

"Care for a little necrophilia? Hmm?"

I was born with a birthmark of cinders
Debris cast from the stars and Mother
A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters
Of life that ran slick from the stabwounds in Her

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on my come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

I grew up on the sluts bastard Father beat blue
Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through

Aah! Nostalgia grows
Now times nine or ten
Within this vice den called a soul
Dying resurrection
I dig deep to come again
The spasm of orgasm on a roll...

I live the slow serrated rape
The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate
Victims force fed their own face
Tear stains upon the drape
I should compare them
To a warm Summer's day
But to the letter, it is better
To lichen their names to a grave

Counting My years on an abacus strung
With labial rings and heartstrings undone

Dub Me Lord Abortion, the living dead
The bonesaw on the backseat
On this bitter night of giving head
A sharp rear entry, an exit in red
Lump in the throat, on My come choke
The killing joke worn thin with breath

Horrorscopes My diorama
A twelve part (so far) psychodrama
Another chained I mean to harm Her
Inside as well as out
A perverts gasp inside the mask
I'm hard, blow My house of cards
All turn up Death, Her bleeding starts
In brute vermilion parts...

Now I slither through the hairline cracks
In sanity, best watch your back

Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide
Liberating knives to cut Humanity slack

My ambition is to slay anon
A sinner in the hands of a dirty God
Who lets Me prey, a Gilles De Rais
Of light where faith leads truth astray

I slit guts guts and free the moistest faces
Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces
Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin
Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within

"My heart was a wardrum beat
By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults
When number thirteen fell in My lap
Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap
My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled
At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled
Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked Her into
A grave coffin fit for the Queen of Spades
She went out like the light in My mind
Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine...
Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks
Came from retirement to prove She had not lost Her touch
I kissed Her viciously, maliciously, religiously
But when has ONE been able TO best separate the THREE?
I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do
Aah, aah, ahh, I'll let you sleep when I am through..."

"You Fucking Whore!"

The suspect shadow sher they least
Expect My burning grasp to reach

The stranglehold, the opened arms
Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred

Rainbows that My razors wrung
Midst Her screams and seams undone
Sung at the top of punctured lungs
I bite My spiteful tongue
Lest curses spat from primal lairs
Freeze romance where Angels, bare
Are lost to love, bloodloss, despair
I weep, they merely stare...
And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare.
By: Cradle Of Filth



I like being alone on the computer,I have privacy issues
along w/ commitment issues an alot of others but thats alot i'm not getting into.
An i dont know im not good at describing my self very well so I'll just say later.


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