KatXTobi

     Spider     I’m sitting here, letting my sorrow consume me. It’s a spider. Biting, injecting me with a black poison as my shadows laugh at me.     “Why?” I ask, as I numb and get sleepy. Why me? Why do I get all the pain? Why not someone else? What did I do wrong?     “Itsy bitsy spider.” It whispers in my ear, fangs wet with thick black spit.     “Why?” black spots fill my vision.     “Went up the water spout.”  It crawls onto my face with its hairy legs.     “What did I do?” it hurts. So much, like needles piercing, all over.  I lay down on the floor, begging for it

  The Story of the Wild Ones Here we go all the slaves of the cold December find a voice to call their own so rise from the ashes like lightning crashes we’ll keep marching on and on and on... Tear down the cross Splinters and shards, call me a sinner Inside me there's a fire that burns. Fake sense of safety will ignite in you Here in the echoes Madness grows I'll carry you, my darkest desire I'll carry you, away from the fire We'll burn away We feel the hunger and follow no one's rules Fall into the sky, the devil filled our minds with sadness The world's a gun and I've been aiming all my life I am the innocent I am the chosen I am

  Children of the Damned   Long leather wings, Rose from the streets, Born from a dream, Born into the night!   promise one thing We learn from All Your Hate, We are lost in your mistakes    We burn, We're soldiers, in season,   Baptized in smoke and misery              We'll change the world with these guitars We can bring change before we die   Never give in             Never back down, I am the heartache, you built by your deception              Sunlight burns   Pain will shine our light! we can sin and fight             What you live for now is dead  Here's to your perfect weapon, Crack bones with blind aggression,   Like bi

The Hunchbacked figure beckoned us to follow him and we entered the large grey stone castle, our teeth chattering. The hunchback turned and looked at us with grey, almost dead looking eyes. He giggled softly and said in a whispery voice "Don't fall behind, dearies. People have gotten lost in these hallways and starved to death before they were found…heehee!" His words sent ice cold daggers down my spine. He led us to a large, dark room where a whole oak tree was blazing in the fireplace. I noticed a pair of golden eyes in the shadowed corner. "Don't be worried, my dear," our host assured me, "that is just Fiona, she's not one bit hungry