Decay
My heart is rapidly decaying far more than I can tell,
Every day is misery for me,
My life is a living hell,
Biding my time patiently,
Visions of my own death,
In time my spirit will fade,
And time will perish along with it.
For now my eyes are cavities,
And I'm a pale skeleton,
Whose bones slowly rot to nothing,
But watch for me,
Because just when you least expect it,
My regenerated skeletal arm,
Will arise from the moist ground,
And grab your leg,
Never to let you go.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2003 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Without You
I'd rip out my own beating heart and smash it with a hammer,
Just to live without you. Swimming in a pool of acid as
I slowly melt into nothing.
I'd rip my eyes out of their sockets if I lived without your
beauty. Being blind as I would having lost my sight have
nothing else to live for.
I'd cut off my hands with a dull razorblade if it meant you
could not be in my arms. I'd cry for weeks until my tears
turned to blood.
I'd become a hermit always living alone if your touch
could never be felt again. I'd just live with all the memories
because thats all I'd be left with.
All these things I'd do and more. My love would be limitless
and the sacrifice would be even greater. I only know would never
want to be without you.
So special that I would slice my own throat, and choke on my
own blood if I had to live without you. I'd poison my own tea
just to meet you and be with you once again.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2002 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Dead Inside
Love conquers all or so they say,
But, in my experience it doesn't go that way.
Depression filters in,
Like it always does.
My heart fills like its going to explode,
And already my beliefs will implode,
What I once believed is forever gone.
Christianity used to be the basis of my life,
And now its been disbanded for a better purpose,
I'm dead inside as far anyone is concerned.
To me Jesus was a big fat lie,
And in my depression I wanted to die,
Nothing else mattered it was all the same.
A new path has been undertaken,
One that has me at ease,
Its just right for me, so nobody has to be pleased.
I don't force it on anyone,
Or ask they take a look,
I respect everyone, thats all that needs to be done.
I truly am dead inside,
Waiting for the past scars to heal.
But I'd rather be dead, than a hypocritical myth.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2002 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Advocate of Death
Shot dead in the streets what an inevitable feat,
Fate takes its toll as everyone bleeds,
This is the fate we can't escape,
There is no control the reapers coming for your soul.
Sculptures of death plague many as you hear the voiceless screams,
People pray for hope yet all they get is shattered dreams,
Lost and lonely is their plea trying to remain sane,
But if they step among the carnage they'll get a bullet to the brain.
Frighten the helpless souls, Frighten the helpless souls,
Frighten the helpless souls of those you can't control.
Funerals are a reality and rain always falls,
Its said the dead walk among us this is their call,
Wasn't it yesterday they celebrated life never afraid to die,
Now here in caskets is where they lie.
Frighten the helpless souls, Frighten the helpless souls,
Frighten the helpless souls of those you can't control.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2001 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Silence of Dragons
Deep whispers in the night as a cold breeze comes through,
The hour strikes twelve but theres nothing you can do,
Your eyes are getting heavy you've almost fallen asleep,
Your nightmares can cleanse you so you don't make a sound.
Look around your cave tell me what you see,
No dragons lurk there any more.
Deceit and ignorance fill your soul you live nothing but a lie,
Your spirit used to glow now it just died.
Wonder lately what you've become?
Your own worst enemy yet theres no where to run.
Dragons use to soar at the sound of your voice,
Now they shun you since you a horrible noise,
Silence fills the cave you once shared,
No daring soul can pass through the mouth of the dragon.
Silence of Dragons have fallen upon deaf ears,
No longer can anyone protect you from your worst fears.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2001 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Inner Dragons
Inner Dragons filling my soul without them I wouldn't be whole,
Let them burn my spirit with plenty of fire,
And end deception throughout the hour.
Burn my skin until it feels good,
Show the world I'm misunderstood.
My scales cannot be pierced,
The armor is my strength,
Fight me and I'll destroy you at any length.
Brains hit the concrete each time,
Reality sets in its not a pretty sight,
I'm the white dragon that kills by fright,
My eyes will turn you into stone,
Then you will be forever alone.
Time has no meaning when you hear your last breath,
And the world shows no mercy when you find more death.
Razor sharp teeth will tear you to shreds,
But if your heart desires you'll return from the dead,
Time can stand still, but only if you have a strong enough will,
Once I impair your will I already have the ultimate kill.
I own every part, I can destroy your pathetic heart.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2001 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Insanity
My whole body feels numb to the stress around me,
Everyday seems like a blur,
Looking to get what I deserve yet one more day to live,
To everyone around me everything seems fine.
Yet behind closed doors I am slowly losing it,
I'm obsessed with perfection as I turn my life around,
Doing things until they are right.
If they are not I put myself down until they are,
Tough love is what they call it,
And I know it all too well.
I axed up my landlord because the rent was six months over due,
I can live there free now and nobody will find out.
I took the remains to the beach, and threw them into shark filled waters.
Now I live a lie as far as what happened to the landlord.
Suspicion is now apart of my life,
I'm too careful yet it even goes unnoticed by me.
Living in solitary confinement theres one thing left to do,
Murder myself a thousand time while I laugh at you.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2001 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
Whistle in the Wind
In the dead of night the leaves are now dead,
Its quite silent for the first time in years.
Three years have past yet I can not rest alas.
Death is still on my mind.
And when I don't need to think of you,
Somehow my mind drifts off and I always do.
My window is up and theres a whistle in the wind.
I sometimes wonder if you are talking to me,
Then I realize I must be mad.
I site alone every night looking at the door,
Then it dawns on me you'll never appear anymore.
So when I hear a whistle in the wind,
I know you are coming for my soul,
Because in a strange light its the only way I can be whole.
Whistle once is the sound of death,
Whistle twice is your breath upon my face.
By: Morbid Wolf
© 2001 Morbid Wolf (All rights reserved)
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