"Love is everything it's cracked up to be.  That's why people are so cynical about it ... it really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.  And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more."

-Lee Iacocca

Jesus: i had a weird ass dream bout u
WiQued: tell me
Jesus: its bout your heart
WiQued: did u eat it?
Jesus:
i had a dream that we were having really kinky sex and i scratched your chest really hard ripping it open and i pulled out your heart and started massaging it, u moaned and it seemed as if u could feel it and i started biting it and i finally put it back in you and i placed bloody kisses all over your body, i came and then smiled a really evil fucking grin and then i woke up.

NECROSEXUAL


i'll rip you open stick to my pointy ribs
we'll slit our wrists and place death upon the cribs
swallow your lungs
take all your breath away
kill them in ten's
bleeding beach bites behind bloody bays
i'll slit your throat
and have my kiss of death
eat me baby you state
as u have no life left
lust to thrill
blood to spill
lust to kill
time to cry
we'll all fry
time to die
can i massage your insides
i'd like to know what you feel like
so smooth cardiac arrest
can't see the light
suck your tongue
suck your tits
suck blood out the necks
i love you
i kill you
necrosexual respect
feel no pain just pleasure
suffer in ecstasy
killing and fucking at once
you wont treat me any less
i'll have my dinner
in your belly
having flesh for dessert
rip me open rip you off
body starts to squirt
necrosexual desire
fueled by a dream and a psycho
drowning in blood
ships of death will
have their souls to row
dead in my bed
red rivers flow in my head
the juice of your body
runs down my throat and chest
i lay upon your sexy corpse
as you tear off your breasts
will you suck will you fuck
because i swear to murder
she bleeds from all holes
but it doesnt seem to hurt her
my my could you be my fantasy
i hauntingly love you in my
necrosexual dreams
i'm a hopeless necromantic
wanting a taste of your
horrible necrosexy screams

to WiQued from Grant V. Ziegler 7-11-02



"if you want to be like me...
be yourself because thats what i'm doing "
- Marilyn Manson

The Forest Whispers Our Name

Black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
where the vigilant trees push out of the womb

I sip the blood-red wine
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
from Chaos born out of love and the scythe
the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
where the bindings of Christ are down-trodden with scorn
in the dark, odiferous earth

We embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restriction is bled from the veins of my neck
to drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
to learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...

The forest whispers our name...again and again

I walk the path
to the land of the Dark Immortals
Where the hungry ones will carry my soul
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs

Come to me, my Pale Enchantress
In the moon of the woods we kiss

Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancient oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

The principle of Evil
evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest

© Cradle of Filth
dedicated to my wiqued fucking bitch tammie,
i love you forever

~RAPTURE~

thoughts of you in black and red
colors favored by your eyes
soft pale skin only likened to satin
lay before me in your wicked sin
fill me with the pleasures of hell
wrapped in gossamer wings
my demon lover in angelic guise
your tormented heart and lonely eyes
powered by the wants and needs
of what is so deserved by one so eternal
hold me in the passion of ancient dreams
as the oils of rituals long past touch my body
your fingers trace the rhythm of my dance
following me... yet leading me
to the place where you will make me yours
where i have been yours in lives before
no words needed... but heard beyond us
I am yours eternal
let me drown myself in you
take my breath away... only to give me your own
your life
filling me with everything that is you
you touch me where no one ever has
deep within me...you hold my heart
we are forever one ... even in distance
I feel only you inside me
I hear only your voice in the whispers of the wind
your kiss falls to my lips in the binding of our hearts
of our minds... of our lives
together we are the last powerful force of nature
beyond the crashes of lightening and thunder
storms of the heart we are

© May 12, 2002 by WiQued Kiss