LadyFilth’s
Book of the Dearanged

Prelude:

Mr. and Mrs

Mr. and Mrs were a lovely couple.

Mr. and Mrs they were honest.

Mr. and Mrs were perfect.

Mr. broke a promise.

Till one day.

Mr. was away one late night.

Mrs. was preparing for a romantic night together.

She'd sweeped the floor.

She'd take out the trash.

She'd wash the dishes.

She'd clean the gutters.

And she'd pay the taxes.

Late at night...

She'd prepare him a meal.

With candles...

A Rose on the side of his plate.

Waiting....

Mrs. taps her fingers on the hard wooden table.

Waiting...

The stench of beer breath fills my lungs like toxic.

The sign of his presents.

He's here..

Mr. wasnt walking straight.

Mr. wasnt thinking straight.

He'd pass by me not even for one noticing the wax dripping on the table with a flame waring out.

Not even did he look into my eyes.

As he passed...I looked down in shame.

Mrs. was broken.


.:The Golden Age of Thy Darkens:.

We began as black and red.
We slowly grew, from weed too rose.
We slowly gathered, our Dark Family.
Our creator left us.
We hid inside our cracks of darkness inside the walls.
We slowly began to die.
But we didn’t loose faith and give up.
Power was lost but now found, the Golden Age has now come upon the Dark Family.
Gothic Pryde Forever

Lady F/C
They call me LadyFilth,
for what I am.
They call Lady,
because I'm more then a Lady.
They call me Filth,
because I am CORRUPTED.
People symbolize me as the Black widow,
for the lustful love, then treterous painful death I leave in you.
I'm poisonous,
I'm vicious,
I'm corrupted,
most of all I'm LadyFilth, creator of all Grotesque Creatures.

.ead Like Me:.

I tells you,
It sucks too be me.
Why?
You live your life with the same drama, the same Mama and the unchanged dreary.
It sucks too be me,
I tells you.
Why?
You've experienced; moribund and befoul moments.
To be me,
is too have a tainted tongue.
To be me,
vague.
To be me,
you can not change who you are nor can you change the people around you.
To be me,
is too be inexistent.
To be me is too be dead,
Dead Like Me.

.:Faraway From You:.

If only you werent so far away....
I'd hold you.
If only you werent so far away....
I'd hug you.
If only you werent so far away....
I'd kiss you.
If only you werent so far away....
I'd never let you go.
Do you know why this is?
My purpose is to be with you...
My purpose is to have you in my arms..
My purpose in life is to love you forever...
I will never let you go....
Do you know who this is?

Month of the Winters
It's my world, not yours

I've cried of many nights,
in which it rained.
I've felt the traveling light come into me.
This isn't my month, this isnt my month.
My ex lovers tell me, to stop coming and living the past, but the past comes to me.
My ex lovers were the ones who formed this.
I won't conform too this.
I'll try too confine this to the place, I call within the black hole deep within my head which thoughts are kept and unused.
Seems when a new life starts, it becomes worse.
The best to do is to be kept dead.
The best to do is to not try.
The best to do is to hide until you disappear.
This is the month of the cold, this is the month of the stale.
Stay beautiful, they tell me.
Stay witty and pretty, they tell me.
I do,
A reborn lover comes by; attached.
Stay beautiful I'm told.
Ex lover he now is,
Stay beautiful...

I've cried of many nights,
in which it rained.
I've cried of many nights,
in which the world became holy with spirit.
I've cried of many nights,
in which the traveling light hit me.

In my own little world, this is my world; this is my imaginitive creation, it's mine not yours.

This is the month of the winters.

Lyrical - I call it, Month of the Winters.

Afraid of Loving
You say you like me,
but you don't want me to touch you.
Nor hold.
You say you want to be with me,
but you kiss someone else.
And Love.
You say you love me,
but you love her and not me.
You say you want me,
but you want her.
What is that you want?
Make up your mind.
All these yearns, make me disgruntled and a tease.
Pick, pick, make that choice.
Are you afraid of me,
are you afraid of one path...
or are you afraid of loving...
loving me.

Unsatisfied Men
I'm feelin' frustrated,
I'm feelin' decayed.
I give him my love,
and sometimes he gives me his.
Feelin' spoiled-- used to him.
Man has his woman by his side,
to give us his seed.
He sneaks in bed at night,
kisses your forehead --another night unseen.
But you know,
another night cheated, you lay in bed.
A little dead inside.
His kiss, his words;
and your black eye.
Men are unsatisfied,
men are ambitious.
I drink at night, to ease the pain.
The pain swallows the life.
Never waste a minute,
never look into me,
you only see through me.
My drink,
My swollen heart,
My flesh,
my love,
my black eye,
my salty tears,
my blood.
Men are unsatisfied.

“I was blind and stupid when I met you, I’ll never learn.”

Love's a S.I.N
I gave you control
I gave you everything.
It all began with your kiss,
your claws, and your dearanged feelings.
You've cut me breathless,
I'm paralyzed.
I've gave you my kiss, my love, my purity.
I sold my soul, to give you everything.
I wanted to give you my heart, but you stoled it before I could.
I wanted to give you my heart, but you stoled it and left.
Abandoned, Chapfallen...
Love's a S.I.N...
I tell you,
Love's a S.I.N,
I tell you.

So Cold, Even When You Were Alive
Even though you've died,
your still so cold.
Even when you were alive,
you were cold.
Even when I dream you were cold.
You've strict-grieven me, whenever you were warm.
You've shut me down,
I turned myself back on.
You've cooled me, but never warmed me.
You've diagnosed me, instead of curing me.
Your so cold, your so cold.
But I wanted too make you warm.
Whenever I brought warmth, you've froze me.
But thats alright now, because your cold alone, just like I was.
And you'll always will be that way for me.
Your cold...to me, your cold, even when you were alive.

Half-Baked
Rotting, laying.
I'm half-baked.
Dripping of blood, plucked and raped.
I'm feelin' half-baked.
I've sufficating under my sorrow.
Sniveling sobs, that make me sniff up a muclence.
Sniveling sobs, sniveling sobs; I can’t bare it.
Spoiled, and sour.
I'm half-baked.
Cold, and pale,
I'm know I'm half baked.
You've killed my spirit, by keeping me alive, why make me suffer some more.
I'm half-baked in my mucid corpuscle vendetta.
No one, wants a half-baked sucker.
Leave me here, I want to expire on my own in my own amity.

”If you come across a serene dying creature, don't poke it or try to save it, leave it at it's place to die as it's spirit wonders the earth.”

The Used
Before you,
I was independent.
After you,
I became dependent.
You drilled permenant holes inside of me that can't be filled in.
You drilled me too drain all of my strength inside my blood.
Bloodless,
weak, without it.
It's all because of you,
you've taken what inside of me.
It's all because of you,
you've taken all of my preciouses.
And you've have taken what was outside of me.
It's because of you, that I can't feel what comes and goes.
Now,
nothing seems real anymore.
Now,
everything I taste or devour don't feel the same.
The world doesn't taste the same, that world doesn't feel the same.
I felt I've been gone for centeries and came back after a war world.
It's all gone, it's all done.
Now I'm the used,
because of you.

“Don’t be the used, be the needed.”

The Thirst For Love
Love is an addiction, love is both good and bad, just like nature is itself. Love may cause one to be blind, and love may cause one too be unusual.

Night by Night,
I look for a match.
A match that'll lit me quite right.
Right, the match that';ll lit me bright.
A Ogle, a ogle, I look for the flame that'll won't hurt but leave a scar forever.
When the world sleeps, I'll find that steady flame,
that'll be a scar.
I try every spot in the world, till the edge of the world too find it.
Every flame I've tried, every flame I've had always left a painful scar.
I'm looking, I'm yearning...
For the thirst of love,
Satisify me.

Sick & Disgusting
I'm sick of this,
this same routine.
Wake up, wake up and fight!
I'm sick of this,
this same sick and disgusting world,
that we call life.
Wake up, wake up and fight!
I'm sick of this waking up,
waking up to nothing.
When I talk to you, you make me realize.
When I don't talk to you, I don't realize.
Wake up, wake up and fight!
I'm sick of this disgusting...
I'm sick of this grotesque human nature.
Wake up, wake up and fight;
then you take me
then you fight me
then you love me
then you hate me
then you love me again.
Wake up and fight;
I give up
I gave up
I opened my eyes,
Wake up, wake up and fight!
i see the light...

To be continued. . .Most of this poetry, is random and senseless, with hidden message and clues, they are here for you to read and learn, some of it is off topic or etc. Feel free to have fun and try to translate them.