• Imprisoned in my thoughts, I have you to myself
    Your hair so black, curled around my bloodstained finger
    Your eyes forever clouded with my hatred
    Your lips soft pleasures, that caught my fire in the dead of night.
    Immoblie and frozen in time your are mine Caroline

    To this day i be the wed to have, and told of for a centuries
    worth of euphoric bloodshed. I have watched from a far and
    counted the days until you would be mine.
    Heart of hearts we are bound.

    I have killed you well my Caroline,
    but oh how I wish you wouldn't have screamed
    the echo in the back of my head and your voice
    it rings
    filled with your pleas, they are tatooed in my veins.

    Now I watch from window and wait for the clock
    to strike twelve when the witching hour will come and the kerosine will glow red, when
    we shall bid this world farewell hand in hand.

    Your voice is growing louder as each crawling second passes by.
    My conscience is talking and claiming foul nonesense
    about how you weren't mine to covet so vehemently.
    Innocent Caroline you were not, your lies
    how they pierced me in the days of the shadows
    your glares how they killed me, and then I rotted deep in
    the core of evil, until the day would come and
    I would be reincarnated take and
    you away, and end your promiscous days.

    I shall shape you and mold you,
    you father i will hold you, i will dominate you and indeed you will
    call me you lover.
    Some may say the love I hold for you is an obsession
    or maybe a lusty battlefield that can never really be fufilled
    oh how i reaped my vengenace on those who denied
    my love for you, dressed in black in the dead of
    night, they hid and screamed when their time to die was long past due.

    Your whispers cloud my thoughts now and block out everything else...
    "Your Veins Are Going To Pop, Your Heart Is Beginning To Race,
    Your Blood Is Starting To Curl, Your Veins Are Going To Pop!"
    Oh how your voice ridiculed me Caroline in a sing-song
    chime you chanted away while my heart reached it's contentment and soon
    you were wasted away gone physically for the wold forevermore.

    Your last words were a contradiction of my sanity, and I find
    it still comes to me now...
    "Your Veins Are Going To Pop, Your Heart Is Beginnig To Race,
    Your Blood Is Starting To Curl, Your Veins Are Going To POP!"
    "STOP" i shout my anxiety at it's pinnacle
    My eyes open slowly and the pitch black room sorrounds me,
    I hear a sweeping sound and it's growing nearer,
    "I am here Caroline,"
    oh how long it seems that i have waited to taste
    the sweetness of your name flow out of my
    cold lips....

    ~To Be Continued~