http://slow.writerscafe.org/DemonHeart03 The original writings of author Succubi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067547 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i just need to find a place to save this. damn FTP http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/628843/ Elizabeth Bathory, a renown serial killer of the 1500s. Very gruesome, very evil, a known member of Dracula's bloodline (the real Dracula, Vlad the Impaler, look him up. He is Evil ^_^). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/559025/ [Intro:]No rest for the wickedNo hope for the righteousNo rest for the wickedNo hope for the righteous [Verse I:]A verse of bloodSpits betweenThese damned linesSee the unseenBetween ghostsAnd nightmarish dreams [Chorus:]No rest for the wickedNo sleep for the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/542908/ Scars of the day never seem to fade awayAnd when then night rolls in, all becomes brokenTears run dry, as a bloody outcry summons the skies [Pre-Chorus:]Fear overcomes the stormAn age of darkness is bornThe living weep for the lostAs the blood of christIs once again spilled on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/541947/ Whiskey&Methemphetamine Sweet delourVanities of pleasureA happinessGone sour... Bitter prideGalleries of skeletonsAn empireCrumbled... An iron cell...That rots to the coreWhere misery dwellsFeign and sore... A chamber of cyanideBleeding.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/521369/ For the past week. Our state has faced a HUGE wave of snowstorms. back 2 back. So I have been snowed in & from looking at the IMMENSE amount of snow and so ive been given some inspiration. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/509140/ In Africa, Pope Benedict XVI preached that 'condoms will not solve the HIV problem, it will only worsen it' in attempts to preach Absistence. This is my grievence. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/499322/ The midnight's moon appeared aged and pale, like the face of a bitter old man. It was full and grey; in the distant from the bus stop that laid in the middle of an undeveloped dirt road with nothing but a cheap scrap sign that read in dusty red letter "PARADA DE AUTOBUS", nocturnal creatures howle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/493114/ Simple dirty little secretsHoused in a shop of horrorsWith little epitaphs carvedOn their precious coffinsMade avaliable to the worldWhere you sold your soulCheaply priced, ready to buyI warned you honey...You should have done What you were toldVegeance is sneaky...Its a cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/448949/  Drink the potion of sinAnd caress the darkness withinBring out your arch nemesisAnd do as you will with blissLet your conscience fall awayAs you embrace this new freedomEven though your mind is led astrayAs your soul becomes numbBurned by this new flameThat carries his na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/444843/                  I know your dirty little secret, and I’ll keep it if you tell me what it is. Do not be afraid child; open your world and your soul to me. I can promise you many things, but heed this warning, I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/440369/ a night of acid horribly gone wrong... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/429957/ The ashes of the cross witherAnd conjoin with this earthIn the wake of such tragedyAs the fumes roll from the hearthWhere our ancients' dust layAnother soul leaves us today...A child of the burning...Leaves behind a story of crueltyWhere the truth is yearningTo be set free.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/429352/ based on the song "All I can do is write about it" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, but with my own words. Read. I promise you'll enjoy it =) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/428671/ Forgetting everything that it was all worthSeeing a light through a new form of darknessDeception and raped perfectionPowers of the prowess...To draw us closer into what feedsBiting the hand that we needLeaving us dead for this new breedGeneration and after f*****g generationThe be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/425313/  Promises are kept with goldClose to the heart…but nearerTo the hands that feed…The stygian creeds’ potentWind ever higherLike smoke crawlingFrom the crematoria’s ceilingDarkness crawls to its peak…“In the name of God, they are weak&rdquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424761/ Beyond the Pharos, Eden’s ghost prevailsamong the haunted shores of DisEncircling the ashes of time drinking from the Styxall may be forgotten, but not all is lostfrom hissing tongues to thunderous doomit is all still the same…life and death…and from this seed, we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424757/ A hustler, grips controlThe world was his playgroundBut now his indistinct has grown oldHe tries the poker game, hoping to winSo he can regain his old life and fortuneHe sets down his last hundred thousandHoping to turn it into a little bit more than a millionA young, timid man stare.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424753/  Wounds mark the pride of men…As a blackened, massive roar fills the crumbling skyFrom the mysterious glow…angels descendSoldiers do not know if they have live or diedAs their noses sift through the sulfur filled airBlackened wings outstretch, bidding light farewellI.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424751/  Echoes set the stage, a timeless portrait of bedlamVermillion stains, portend this crippled ageBlood is on our hands, they have been wasted in the gardensSuch a pretty thing a rose can be, but looks…Are deceiving; sophistry is alive and breathingHarlequins with sewn lips dan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424750/  I looked back with an ominous glare, my reflection in the murky waters stared at me with contempt, jaded violet eyes were peering into mine as they surfaced from the swamp, while I stood within the mire, lost in thought. The forest’s path was a winding labyrinth of dust in the midst of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/424748/ a Really sick erotica...contest entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/422337/ Contest Entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/421746/ Contest Entry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/421208/     Babylon is fallen, fallen, the great city. Its hanging gardens are non-existent, and its beauty has been raped by milleniums of war and suffering. Where life began, between the Euphrates, and the Tigris; two rivers that flowed with blue current are now whirlpools of blood. An age .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/420907/ Shall we walk through these gatesThat yearn for our bitter caressThere is an unspoken truth that awaitsNonethenless... Shall we set it free?Or shall we let it be?What it was meant to beUnsaid... Shall we gather around this dark circleUnder of the moonlight;Of bloo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/287805/  Shall I have this last dance?Under the moonlightSuccumbed by your trance?As we unveil this stark, mysterious night Gruesome lyrics, spit from my lipsAs I descend into these dirty chambersThat lie between those thick hipsMy soul is burning, like the brushfire from fal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/287803/ This is a statement against one of the people that I thought were my closest freinds. But they turned their back on me, and because of them I am in some deep s**t right now. So I would like it if you all read this statement, and I appreciate your reviews http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/284672/ Just a poem to express my passion for a great thing called Death Metal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/278629/  16 years of disgrace, walking this pathetic road of shameShe lifts her head high, innocent and pure she wasBut somethings never change, somethings can never leaveHaunting memories and violent scenes of robbed purity Sorrow wreaksPeople turn their headsBut not their cheeks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/277109/ Its weird how things can come together and fall so quicklyYou think you're set and the misery has passedBut in the end it was just all a f*****g illusionYou wonder if its Satan playing with your mindOr if God had destined you to this way of lifeCatharsis' are painful, but I guess what's .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/277108/ Its kind of hypocritical in a way, but I am a master in the art of deception and I love writing about how you can decieve some one in the most cruel and uncanny way...This poem was intented for that, and also to strike a little fear in peoples hearts when http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/275489/ A "song" that I wrote just for the random hell of it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/258408/ It is basically a poem that metamorphically talks about the fall of man through the "Carrion Mistress", who is technically the "w***e of babylon" (but there are no mentions of that in the poem)... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/DemonHeart03/258371/