Robert Paul Chaney's Page

Now I lay me down to bed,

With visions of the Dancing Dead.

If I die before I wake,

Then I too shall dance and quake.

The living dead are here, they're here again,

Light the bonfires and let's begin

Emotions rising like a flood

They take down the names in volumes of blood

Life, life, is your desire

Temptation leads you towards hell's fire

You won't go home, you must get higher

The kiss of death is your desire

Feel the pain burning down in your soul

Feel the hunger, you're losing control

The…

Droplets of crimson fall from his fingers,

The craving hunger for death still lingers

Ghostly pale skin tainted with sin

With only the shadows to call his kin

Shredded limbs and contorted faces

Torn breasts and eyes gouged with laces

Night cloaks the horrific display

His tortured collection of untold dismay

Forever their beauty concealed in his room

The unheard screams as they reached their doom

Trapped in a nightmare of…

The wicked thoughts within my head,

Would fill you all with a sense of dread.

I invite you all to explore my mind,

And see all the twisted things you'll find.

Warpish dreams and devilish nightmares,

That'll make you shriek and rip at your hair.

So, come and play, the brave of heart,

And feel your sanity shredded apart.

Lost in my minds maze of hell,

You're trapped within and here you'll dwell.

You're now a twisted thing in…