Replay

I have lived this before. I have lived it all before. Too many times to count. Each time is a bit shorter, but the end is always the same. My life repeats right up to my suicide.

I always believed in an afterlife, and for years that stayed my hand. But it wasn't enough, and I never expected this. 

I see it all play out again. I hear my thoughts echo from the past. I feel my body move. And though ice cream and strain, I can't change course. I'm a spectator tour to every detail of my life.

Each time start a little later, I've noticed. I used to look forward to it. Now… now it scares me. What happens when there is nothing left to repeat? Will I think to oblivion? Be held for eternity in the moment of my death? Or something else?

Too late. I feel the knife. It's ending! Oh, it's ending!...

I have lived this before.

End.

Igor's Favorite Things

Maggots on roses and moldy dead kittens

Dark copper shackles and cramped coffin fittin’s

Brown battered limbs sewn up with strings

These are a few of my favorite things

Dark evil towers and badly inked doodles

Church bells and grave bells and worms mixed with noodles

Brides disinterred still with their rings

These are a few of my favorite things

Ghouls in white dresses with bloody knife slashes

Sickly white powder that makes ugly rashes

Silver white ash that falls into springs

These are a few of my favorite things

When the mob cries,

When the flesh sags

And I’m feeling sad

I simply remember my favorite things

And then things don’t seem so bad

wish

pumpkin, pumpkin with the light

pumpkin, pumpkin in the night

stop the monsters and the ghouls

stop the queenly and the fools

make them beg, make them plead

make them confess every foul deed

pumpkin, pumpkin carved and seen

guard my house on Halloween

Jack-o-lantern

guardian of the night
standing fierce vigil
staring with ruddy light
ensuring that all's tranquil

bane of specters
daemon's horror
small child's protector
preventing terror

a thing so simple
yet so strong

Come, let's glorify evil

Come, let's glorify evil,
and turn vice to virtue;
put justice outside the law.
Let's make the villains heroes
and the sinners saints.

Come, let's look into the darkness
and claim to see the dawn.

Come, turn good to ill,
destroy the many for the few,
turn the world into a seesaw.
Let's make the victims sinners
and the vile above such taints.

Come, step into the darkness
and dance on the devil's lawn.

Contract

You know the price, you know the cost.
The mirror ’s broken, the innocence lost,
By blood or sweat, but by your hand.
You wrote your name, you made the brand.
The bill has come, the check is due.
How it all ends? That was up to you.

Reprieve

Once a year is permitted me
To break loose be wild and free
I may dance I may sing
I may perchance do anything
I’ll slay dragons. I’ll raise the dead.
When it’s over I’ll go to bed.
And with the rising of the sun,
The world will know that it won.
The magic will fade and I’ll be me,
All that’s left’s a memory.

Shhhh...

I am scarred from head to foot
My face and arms are so like soot
Ashen grey or so it seems
A creature of dark night dreams
I bide my time, I wait my chance
Death ’s a partner in this dance
Maypole fair to rosebud black
The Devil’s prison soon will crack
Light the candles, say your prayers
I soon will release you from your cares

Bargain

I am beckoned by the Gates of Hell
This soul I am come to sell
At thirty silvers I’ll set my price
I’ll buy my way to paradise
By cunning and guile, I’ll make my way
And for what I’ve done this soul will pay
But come with me and you will see
The way by which you can be free
I’ll show you fortune, I’ll show you fame
When I’m done, they’ll know your name
Take my hand, do not fear
That’s just the Gates of Hell you hear.

It Comes

As I walk with thoughts of horror in my head,
I turn my mind to evil and all that I dread.
Will it be a spider or a foul and wicked ghoul?
Or will I open the gates of Hell in an elementary school?
Have the dead risen or has magic turned?
Have I gone insane as my soul burned?
Do the walls whisper? Do the trees creep?
Do the days grow crisper as the angels sleep?
Blood is on my hands and murder ’s in my eye,
And when I finally lift my pen, sanity will die.

And so it begins

In the darkness of the dawn
by pen and shaky hand was drawn
an image that I shan't forget
a creepy, vile silhouette.
With menace I saw it move,
as from the page to remove.
Trapped and stuck, I sat entranced
all the while this evil danced.
Wisps of smoke this flowing ink
searching, crawling, on the brink.
On the edge it won free,
stretching, growing like a tree.
Cross the table it took root,
cross the floor and through my boot.
It squeezed my skin, pricked my flesh.
It withdrew and grew, attacked afresh.
Like an oil beneath the skin,
I felt it spread and grow within.
The light grew dark, my eyes grew dim,
I drew a breath at its whim.
I left the page a clean white sheen,
with all I'd been trapped between.