douglas Posted October 2, 2013 Share Posted October 2, 2013 The Grim Reaper’s Ball I am a ghost and I can not see myself in the dining room mirror White and transparent I dance with The spirits of dead men Who whisper sweet nothings into my invisible ears And we especially enjoy dining together Feasting on the succulent passions Of hearts that are alive and in love Floating across the table we laugh ourselves to death Throwing back our heads with sensuous extravagance Welcoming musky embraces from this compelling Prince who captivates and seduces all who have felt the sun And we drift above the golden goblets and silver plates Exchanging gilded seats Defying gravity at last Licking the blood off our fingers And remembering what it was like to Be alive and feel emotion We dance the dance of silver-grey phantoms Making the dust swirl quietly beneath our Floating feet Our entree is the delicious elegance of mortal fears And answered suppositions I am a ghost and I look over your shoulder When you look into the dining room mirror We all look over your shoulder And if you sit very still in this empty ballroom You may even hear us laughing Quote To receive love, you have to give it... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
abstrect-christ Posted October 28, 2013 Share Posted October 28, 2013 All this needs is some sassier language a setting change and you've got something from the golden ballroom of The Shining. A nice haunting piece, the language makes me think of a brothel full of pirates and old seamen past but still kicking it old school. Quote Pinhead "Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh." Joey "I don't believe you." Pinhead "Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart." "There's a starving beast inside my chestplaying with me until he's boredThen, slowly burying his tusks in my fleshcrawling his way out he rips open old woundsWhen I reach for the knife placed on the bedside tableits blade reflects my determined faceto plant it in my chestand carve a hole so deep it snaps my veinsHollow me out, I want to feel empty"-- "Being Able To Feel Nothing" by Oathbreakerhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBPy3xNwwL8 "Sky turns to a deeper grey the sun fades by the moon hell's come from the distant hills tortures dreams of the doomed and they pray, yet they prey and they pray, still they prey"-- "Still They Prey" by Coughhttps://soundcloud.com/relapserecords/sets/cough-still-they-pray Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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