stilledblood

Grimacing at wat she saw around her, a young girl with a petite body,death paled skin, grey/lime hair, black stiletto heels, a skulled belt on black capris with loosened laces crossing up the sides, and a Lime corset also with loosened laces down teh middle being held by a black choker of thorns that slightly dug into her skin and made small drops of blood caress her pale neck , walked out of the shadows. As if the earth had spat her up out of nowhere. The clicking sound from her spiked heels echoed through the air. As the lightening cracked the slivers of moonlight and sharp flashes illuminated her pale skin. her only exposed eye was that

Jack, The Pumpkin King There are few who deny, at what I do I am the best For my talents are rnowned far and wide When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have see grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, JACK, THE PUMPKIN KING Have grown so tired of the same old thing Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow There's something out there

Wonderland                ? Is humanity to audacious? The world is an ugly place. Live in distortion to see the truth. It’s a challenge to survive the night. Stay away from the dancing children. They are only death depraved minions. Waiting to steal your skin. As you smoke your cigarette We start to drop like flies. And you wonder why this is happening. Come with me to Wonderland. I’ll show you the truth.                  ? I am a girl who used to fantasize that she would one day turn into something magical. I still have an overactive imagination, I tend to psych myself out to the point of severe paranoia ha…a

The Nightmare Before Christmas ‘Twas the nightmare before Christmas when all through the house every creature was screaming, even a mouse; The stockings were filled to the brim with scares, because old St. Nick was not the one there; All the kids were hiding up under their beds, for fear that the sugar plums had become the undead; While Mama in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap, ran down the dirt road all covered in sap, after on the lone we heard such a clatter, I sprung from bed and saw toys scatter. Although the window you could see them spread like a rash, they tore up our shutters and ripped off the sash. The moon sending out such