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Unexplained

In darkness lay the secrets
In darkness lay the creatures
As darkness goes so does the lies
People go missing
Dead bodies found
No blood
Two holes
Life itself drained
And undead walk the living
Undead walk the night
Sun to strong
Night just right
Undead walk the night
Undead walk the living
More bodies found
No blood
Two holes
People grow cautious
Religion, Superstitious, Paranormal
All things questioned
All life questioned
People turn on each other
More bodies
No blood
Two holes
People flee
People run screaming
All that's left are the secrets
All that's left are the creatures
And the darkness that holds the lies

poem by Sam Wright
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Vampires

Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like vampires.
What explains our enduring fascination with vampires?
What is it about the vampire myth that explains our interest?
Is it the overtone of sexual lust, power and control?
Or is it a fascination with the immortality of the undead?
And what dark and hidden parts of our psyche are aroused and captivated
by the legends of the undead, by the legends of the undead,
by the legends of the undead.
The mystery of the undead will continue to fascinate the living.
Few creatures of the night have captured our imagination like vampires.
What explains our enduring fascination with vampires?
And what dark and hidden parts of our psyche are aroused and captivated
by the legends of the undead, by the legends of the undead?

song performed by by Godsmack
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No Signs of Life

It gave no signs of being alive,
so it was placed in the ground.
Away from the clutches of decay,
the bugs, the light and sound.

In the claustrophobic darkness it lay,
complete and alone.
Unable to think or remember,
as lifeless as a stone.

The winds of time continued to blow
as the days passed on by.
The sky gave all it possibly could
to help the undead survive.

In the rich soil, eyes' began to open,
the undead at long last stirred.
Purpose and energy were in abundance,
but silence was still observed.

The undead had found new life
and now sought out the light.
The seed had produced a flower,
what a stunningly beautiful sight! !

poem by Orlando Belo
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Rise after Dusk

Out of the Coffin and into my hearse
I'm hunting for your blood you can be my first
Don't try to run honey, you're as good as dead
I'm gonna dye you're milky skin a pretty shade of red

I'm gonna leave you lifeless, you're blood so priceless
and now you're mine, don't even try to fight this
Now in this darkest hour, you're blood I will devour
I love every minute of this, and I love this power

Out of the coffin and into your bed
haunting all your dreams, honey you're the undead
Walk into the night baby, this is your life
You've got the taste blood, now the make the whole world die.

poem by Justin Schock
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Creatures Of The Night

Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Victims of the moment
Future deep in doubt
Living in a whisper
'Til we start to shout
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
Breathing in the madness
Spitting out the lies
Searching for an answer
Keep your alibis
Don't know where we're goin'
Just know where we've been
Remember when the clock strikes twelve
The losers always win
[Chorus]
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
[Solo]
Searching in the darkness
Running from the day
Hiding from tomorrow
Nothing left to say
Gathering up our courage
Ready for the fight
Howling in the shadows
'Til we start to bite
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night
(Ooooh) We're creatures of the night

song performed by by Iced Earth
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Darkness Of...

Darkness is not the darkness of night
it is the darkness of mind and soul.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of discrimination between poor and rich.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of dishonesty.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of aggravate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is darkness of corruption.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of indiscipline.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of animosity.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of inveterate.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness of perjury.
darkness is not the darkness of night,
it is the darkness that we all brought up inside us,
so, light the lamp of light inside you...

poem by Suniya Garg
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Happy Halloween

The blood that she let
Left me empty and upset.
My life now goes on forever.
I killed hitler with my fangs and a song.
His gardens died quickly,
He didn't belong.
Love was a dropp of blood for awhile,
Mine was to feed for the blood that she let.
Then I met friendly people on the street.
When I left them they were white as a sheet.
Tommorrow night I will eat candy,
My costume is real
My woman my blood to let
My tongue the blood to feel.
Give me a costume and reason to smile
I just use darkness and death all the while.
So, suck it up, you crazy believers
That we are the invisible creatures of myth
My journey for you
Is what she left.
The blood that she let
Is all that she left.
Happy Halloween.

poem by John Shea
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The Dead Have Awoken

This house madly speaks to the throat of wrong,
Hastening its grasp on the young, a felony has hatched.
This house runs deep to swallow for the pen
To write a fortune of darkness, of sheer desire.
Then the miserable doors creak open, creak loudly,
For the small are penetrating, these mice squeak like soldiers.
The rats have risen from the dead, the dead are just not only Undead
But steep as a mountain, in many garments.
The Undead have occurred today and not tomorrow,
For I have cleared the way for the strong and brave,
I succumb to the realities of the unseen
As the sun has fallen into my lap.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Walk With Me

Walk with me through darkness
Every day and every night
Walk me through the darkness
Walk me until I reach the light
We all stumble on life's journeys
We all need a helping hand from time to time we all wonder how we fit in your
plan
Walk me through the darkness
hold my hand when I am lost
Carry me when the road gets rough
pick me up each time I fall
Let your prescence be her with me
every day and every nightwalk with me throught he darkness
walk with me until i reach trhe light
When I am in my darkest hour and feel like givin up
Take this weight from off my shoulder fill my heart with your love
Walk me through the darkness
Wlak with me till I reach the light

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Fresh Blood

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Fresh blood (Lyrics)

All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me

No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close

Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again

Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me

poem by Satan's Sibling
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From the darkness

From the darkness it comes
Into the darkness it goes
mystical magic is the thing it shows

The darkness, blue and black
Rain is born, exploding red
soft on my forehead

I'm just leaving
leaving the too bright night
guilty! they said - but I'm innocent

And now I walk through
the red, salty thing called blood
walk to go back.... 'cos

From the darkness I come
Into the darkness I follow
and mystical magic is the thing I show

poem by Shina Blackwood
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Run

[Violent J:]
Something has woke my a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more
thumping ensued
I jumped out of my bed thinking I'd been invaded, heard smashing, more
pounding, the sound escalated
Looked out of my window, blood dripped down thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted
and mangled on grass,
I ran into thy main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady
and ABK
Bolted out of thy house to see if it's a joke, I heard hundreds of car alarms,
saw flames and smoke
and thy sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin' it's raining with corpses thy
blood is appalling
[Chorus: Shaggy 2 Dope and a gang of Juggalos]
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, but never mentioned Dead Bodies - DEAD
BODIES
Mama told me when it rains - IT POURS, La de da da de la da de -
DEAD BODIES
[Violent J:]
I never seen so many.... horrified looks on people's faces...
(Thy blood is appalling)
I hope I never see what all them people saw... and put them in there places...
(Thy blood is appalling),
The sun was so hot... So hot...
I was burning... Yeah
Dead bodies lay randomly some stack in piles, on all of there faces pour
horror, no smiles
I see children, and ciders, and ninjas my age, all lay naked and mangled, most
withered for days,
I found safety a shelter I'm under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling
on me,
I lay sleepless for days as thy raining continued, thy heat of thy sun baking
corpses like food
Then it finally stopped I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies threw
what was my hood
It was right at that moment thy Wraith had appeared, and thy message it left me
might sound kind of weird
But take all that I'm seeing and opposite that, truth is I'm thy one dead and
this is my Hell's Pit.

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Night Darkness

Night
The end of the day
the end of hell so called Day
The end of work
the end of Life

Night
The beginning of Darkness
The beginning of Truth
The time of moon and not the Light

Night
Time stops
evil rises
Darkness comes out to play

Night
People become alert
People die
There hearts sadden and become Real

Night
battles the right to stay
It flees at the sight of lights
Darkness is Night

Night Reality

poem by Marcellus Watts
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I Didn’t Choose This Unnatural Way

Since I’ve been here I can’t stand the light it burns,
so I have to live at night, but it brings good returns.
My nourishment is free and people give it to me
they don’t always like to, but what will be will be.

I’ve found that the warm red liquid is all I can digest,
but two pints is usually enough if it’s from the best.
Young blood or old will get me through the night,
and one has to eat when the time is right.

I walk through the parks and streets in the shadows
just looking for unsuspecting ladies or fellows.
Sleeping people on benches are such easy prey,
but so are the lost and lonely who come my way.

In the cold of winter when people don’t go out so much
I survive on animals like pet rabbits, cats, and such.
But I really do miss the things of beauty that I used to see
like the birds and flowers the butterflies and bee.

I didn’t chose this unnatural way of drinking human blood
the creature who opened my coffin said death was good.
If only I could somehow escape this world of the living dead,
I would be so much happier on a mortal’s deathbed.

poem by Orlando Belo
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The Dark Road

I was walking down a lonely dark road
Not a light to be seen, not a light was shone.
Then I heard a voice say: if you choose
To follow me, then a light you will see.

I decided to follow the voice that I heard
For in my darkness he gave me his word.
Never in my life could I see, how the walk
With the lord could change me.

The light that he told me I would see
Changed my life drastically.
So many secrets that I tried to hide
That throughout my life I lied.
Lies have a way of coming back at you
Then you don’t know what to do.

Lies that at the time, you found small
Later on will come back tall.
Since you had continued to add to that lie
That lie has gotten so out of hand
That you don’t have a foot to stand.

This walk with my lord opened up my eyes
And showed me that I was blind.
Blind to the fact of the people that get hurt
That a lie continues to give birth.

Be true to yourself and true to others.
And you won’t get caught in the lies
That could break up friendships
And family ties.

poem by Louis Rams
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Idols! (For Veeraiyah Subbalakshmi)

the only idols
are the ones made
out of our fears and
insecurities...

God has many faces,
many voices, many forms.
the only limits we impose.

holiness is diversity,
human beings clutch at shadows.
light becomes light
even on the darkest night.
and the darkness itself
holds secrets.

lay down your bodies,
and walk with the wind.
every moment a death,
and a beginning.

out of formless
the form becomes.
each wave is different,
all a part of the sea!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hell's Forecast

VIOLENT J: Something had woke me a thump on my roof, it was followed by crashing, more thumping ensued. I jumped out of my bed thinking Id been invaded, heard smashing, more pounding, the sound escalated. Looked out of my window, blood dripped down the glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass. I ran into the main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady and ABK. Bolted out the house to see if its a joke, I heard hundreds of car alarms, saw flames and smoke and the sky above red, I see dead bodies fallin, its raining with corpses, the blood is appalling.
SHAGGS 2 DOPE AND A GANG OF JUGGALOS (CHORUS): Mama told me when it rains-IT POURS, but never mentioned dead bodies-DEAD BODIES. Mama told me when it rains-IT POURS, La de da da de la da de.
VIOLENT J: I never seen so many...horified looks on peoples faces...(The blood is appalling) I hope I never see what all them people saw...and put them in their places...(The blood is appalling) The sun was so hot...So ho...I was burning...Yeah. Dead bodies lay randomly, some stack in piles, on all of their faces pure horror, no smiles, I see children, and elders, and ninjas my age, all lay naked and mangled, most withered for days. I found safety a shelter, Im under a tree; only fingers and organs come falling on me. I lay sleepless for days the raining continued, the heat of the sun baking corpses like food. Then it finally stopped, I walk knee deep in blood, over piles of bodies through what was my hood. It was right at that moment the Wraith had appeared, and the message it left me might sound kind of weird, but take all that Im seeing and opposite that, truth is Im the one dead and this is my Hells Pit.

song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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With Broken People.....

i seem to do better,
to be able to communicate better,
with broken people.
knocked down, bruised, wounded,
devastated by loss,
but still walking people.
people who've tasted love,
who've drank fully from the cup of living,
people with scars....
for these are the people
who have the capacity to fly!
if you've never wrestled demons,
how can you know what an angel is.
if you dont know the depths of darkness,
you will never see the light.
if you've never had to break chains,
how can you know freedom?
these are my people...
my philosophy is kindness,
compassion, and involvement...
my goal, to walk beside!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fools Gold

I met a man the other day
With grey and mournful eyes
His parchment skin was wrinkled
And all his hair was white.

I asked of him why was he so
Why did he seem so frail
He looked at me with deadened sight
And it was then he told his tale.

I am, Sir, he said quiety
I am one of the undead
Who walk this earth continually
With slow and painful tread.

The problem, sir, he said to me
Was not valuing my life
Nor anything that came to me
I was not happy being alive.

I was not a poor man, not at all
He said this haltingly
But everything that I possessed
I clung to desperately.

I did not realise, he said
I had so much I did not need
And all those things I had to have
Were as fruit not grown with seed.

And then one day I saw a chance
To grow rich beyond my dreams
There was a risk in this, he said
But the gain so massive seemed.

Did I not think of others?
Did I not mind the hurt?
For every gain that I would make
Would magnify my worth.

I feely drank the Piper’s drinks
I could always hear his song
I did not weigh up what was right
Against what was clearly wrong.

I lied to those who loved me
I slept uneasy in my bed
But I was now successful
He quiet and proudly said.

He fell into a silence
As tears formed within his eyes
And as if the words did pain him
Whispered ‘I believed my lies’.

I believed I was immortal
I believed I could not fail
Then one day I was found out
And was sent unto a gaol.

The world had changed when I got out
I felt so very left behind
And all those things I’d valued
Were now ghosts within my mind.

I sleep on garden benches
And I shiver cold at night
I am tortured by these demons
That I now must always fight.

With this he stumbled onward
As if with a heavy load
And I stood there looking at him
This fool without his gold.

What are you seeking now I cried
He looked back and said softly
You ask me what i’m seeking, sir
I am simply seeking me.

With this his step did lighten
Though he walked with surer tread
And I could sense that he was now
Alive and not undead.

poem by David Keig
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Drowning

Everything is so complex
Everyday is like a test full of opsticals
That almost seem impossible

And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
How long have I been drinking?

Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.
People say I'm a star but I still think ill never make it.

And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I feel there's something missing

Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?

I've been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.

And I'm feeling just another breath not a minute left.
I feel the darkness lifting.

There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.

And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
I feel there's something missing.

I'm running from myself and all the things I don't like.
Living every night like it's the last night.

And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.

Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.

Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?