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The Dreadful Dead of Hoop Snake Hollow

by Black Heroin Gallery

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The Worm Prince of Black Toad Hollow © 2015-16 written and composed By Eyajo December Joseph All rights reserved. --------------------------------------- They slither from the forest floor, Waiting for his call. They’ve been buried in blue clay For one thousand years! No one knows who the hell They are, digging with their teeth. But the royals of decay Have summoned the dreadful dead! Searching for his bride, There’s nowhere she can hide, The Hoop snakes have gather around, In hopes of, Rolling down— After you. The worm prince of Black toad hollow, Stands aghast at one hundred box turtles, Gutted for ashtrays! They’ve been warned of the marching Sideshow and “poisonous-salamander-gumbo.” Mandrake folk, terrified of Being trapped in slimy boxes! The prince crawls out of the cave Declares all witches, had better behave And bring him all secrets untold Of every horror known. Scream the bomb fire, burns high! Letting all the fireflies die— And mix with rustling leaves Hidden by gray bark and trees. They retreat back to the creeks Betrayed by the Belewe moon. I think they left someone behind On the secret path. A sacrificial snake, weeps an Impossible tear— And from the belly of mother earth She silently appears— As his bride.
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Below Dark Waters © 2014-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. ----------------------------- I hold the belly of a ring-neck snake, Up toward the blood moon, And Evil taps me on the shoulder And says, ‘where have you been?!’ I’ve been hiding! No I’ve been lying— I’m already dead! I have no apathy, For my capacity To use, the dark tools. I’ve been binding and Slowly finding, all The spiders of melancholy lane! The dark merchant, sails under The silver light of the moon, And mars, she laughs at me! She thinks I’m a Goddamn fool! Jupiter, she’s dangling sweet, On the edge of the abyss. And Saturn throws her rings at me, But they seem to always miss. Have you ever just seen the dead Get up and dance. I’ve been crucified! With a cornucopia of worms, Floating above my head. Its so precious, Bleeding twigs and a box Of coal turned red. Knee deep in mud, Screaming lost in a cornfield Of black toads— I’ll be waiting below dark waters, Waiting for the Hag to show her glowing eyes. I hold the ‘charm of making’, The only charm worth taking!
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December Malice © 2011-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. ----------------------------- I wait alone for blood, Oh creatures of nowhere. I watch angels strapped to falling stars. Hold tight to untold lies, They just might be the truth after all. Never whisper at a red butterfly. You can stay For free, with me, In my— Winter palace! God! It’s crazy here, The mad hatter Was caught— Raping Alice! Take some time, There’s No escaping your— December malice! There’s a funeral march On the river bright. Floating black umbrellas, What a dancing fright. I’m convinced that a broken heart, Is better broke, than apart. Why are you, Looking at me? I have a gun Pointed at you. I have no soul to comfort you! No song to unmask my Empty drowning pain. I’m a anchor, sinking cold. Heading towards the bottom of the sea. I’m sure, no one will follow me!
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His Beautiful Darkness © 2014-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. -------------------------------- There once was this demon, Who dreamt of leaving, someday from hell. Then one day, he just slipped away. Ripped and torn wings, were the cost. Amazed at trees and pretty dark things, He was happy, but lost— Happy, but lost. The clang of bells and a twisted voice yells, Somewhere, from below. Come home now and slaughter the sow, Because, you can’t stay here. If you run, well you’re nobody’s son And they will bury you here— You don’t want to die here. He walked toward the sun, defiant to the one, With scorch and cracked skin. He ripped out his heart! What melancholy start, To the cleansing of sin. That little demon, never went out screaming, Leaving his magic behind. His beautiful darkness, remains entombed, Until the spider web chimes— Until the spider web chimes, Until the spider web chimes, Until the spider web chimes.
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I Walk Alone To My Grave © 2014-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. ------------------------------- I step outside to crush the Last causality, Of a murder of crows And as I sip honey whisky, I notice a moth floating in Damned despair! I’m going to walk alone, Alone to my grave. I hear the flickers, Of guiding blue flame. I’m going to walk alone, Alone to my grave. I frantically defend my Porcelain dolls, From the merciless raping Of the demon collector’s toy store And his attempt to keep me From darkness surely everlasting. Wearing his very best, The devil rode through Gallup And I had one last Stroll with death. I conclude that the Legions of shadow people Of which stand helpless In a burning infernal Have no wisdom to offer My other world journey!
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As She Slumbers © 2015-16 written and composed By Eyajo December Joseph All rights reserved. ----------------------------- There’s purpose in a rotting vine, There’s anguish in a glass of offered wine. There’s darkness in her powdered beauty weeping And there’s horror often, never seen creeping. She feels something slightly a mist As her disdain takes a drastic twist! Friend or foe or sister dear, her eyes have Turned black and her hellish intent clear. As she slumbers She dreams of death Looking forward to whatever Comes next. As she muses over written tears She slowly stirs, flesh and Fear. Cattails sweet, they smell of gloom She’s not far, she’s hidden in the room They know she’s mad, there is no doubt, They try hard not to talk about Her touch is cold, like mountain rain Her sisters fear she’s insane! The step mother spits and turns her back Silent crows quickly claw and attack. She plotted to take their very souls, But instead, decided to just eat them whole. Chop! Chop! Off with their heads A stew made best, with the freshly dead. Confused the step mother ask, ‘Where’s my girls?’ Nothing said, but darkness stirs, Here’s a bowl— another bowl makes two. They’re not far, now eat your stew!
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Twitching Dead Things © 2008-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. -------------------------------------- I never intended to leave you, but I did Love was my darkest revenge— I can still remember your hair, tangled, Twisted and strangling your neck. I feel a sadness, with your tears on my lips Sweet death sang our favorite song. No matter who screams The dance of darkness dreams Twitching dead things Wicked and sweet Twitching dead things Devouring your feet Twitching dead things Do anything for love Twitching dead things Kill a white dove I think death waits for me, She whispers pleasantries. Dance with me, my rotting flower— Velvet black box with crimson powder I kiss your lips, sewed shut by your daughter Ghosts bring gifts to the winter slaughter We call this marble crypt our home I walk with you, in the black fields I’ll hold your hand until it turns to dust. Happier we’ll be, when we die. I stitch together poppets, for the fallen Things alone. Filled with as and bone—
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On This Evil Day © 2015-16 written and composed By Eyajo December Joseph All rights reserved. ----------------------------------- She laughed and winked at me, Before jumping to her death. I tipped my hat of madness, Confused and haunted by sadness. It’s all a disguise, To hide death’s guiding hand. I’ve lost my way I refuse to pray, Love has drifted away On this evil day. There’s no abundance of cheer. Mephistopheles is here. He stands with idle hands And says, ‘Come with me, I have your day planed.’ But my soul begs fierce, With hope it intends to pierce through¬¬. Blood is the toast of the town And Lucifer spits on the ground He’s not sticking around, It’s just too damn evil here!
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In Her Black Garden © 2011-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. ----------------------------- In her Black garden, There’s a curious candlelight, Whimsically burning bright. An old lady giving head. A newborn floating dead. The bright blue ribbon in her hair, Just didn’t seem to belong there. I stood lonely, rotting there. Can’t you see I have complaints! I’ve never claimed to Be some saint! I know you’re afraid, So what else is new. Don’t say her name, She’s coming for you. The silver sparkle on her face. She said, ‘I lived life without a trace.’ I’m so Goddamn confused. She split in two and said, ‘choose.’ She handed me a bucket of bluegill. Then pretended to jump from a windowsill. I watched her red lips turn gray, As her death faded away. What if I was to Say to you, I can take your Hurt away— Bury it, deep in The earth, Locked in a purple Wooden box. And all that I ask of you, Is just, one little thing. Never break my heart, Never break it in vein. In her black garden, There’s a goblin laughing loud, A spider infested shroud— A twisted pumpkin patch Some naked girl attached, To a swinging hook above. A carnival star in love Caught in a quicksand flower bed.
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To Become A Nightmare © 2013-16 written and composed by Eyajo December Joseph all rights reserved. --------------------------------- I love the spring, And listening to the mockingbirds sing. I thought I’d be alright, Then they died in flight. You and I used to be— In love and so happy. I thought I might cry, But I rather watch you die! So don’t be afraid, Just be aware, It only takes a kiss, To become a nightmare. The ouja board has spelled What seems to be a message from hell. I’m just not convinced! And I haven’t loved anyone since. Her ghost plays these games Of rearranging names. Trust questions fear And love I try to stir clear. I’m locked in an attic, Let me out! Let me out! Now I need to find, Something, that’s always been mine. There’s this head of a clown, That the devil has been bouncing around. I don’t try to realize, The meaning in the skies. I always hang wolfsbane, To soothe my rotting brain!

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