Frank Green > Quotes

“WORLD OF SORROW   I can’t stand your face marring my scarred reflection Won’t you go back where you come from? Are you here to help me or just observation? An angel in a demon’s body   You’re from a perfect world Why lower yourself To my world of sorrow? I’m from another place I can’t rise above Myself for tomorrow   Go away, I’ll keep all my lacerations The blood is the only thing that’s true I just cannot stand all your accusations That’s why I’d rather be alone   You’re from a perfect world Why lower yourself To my world of sorrow? I’m from another place I can’t rise above Myself for tomorrow   It hurts me so To see the beauty of your face It burns me so For you are something I can never be   So stay here, you think you’ll bring me salvation But all it does is poison me so I’ll stay here myself and bring you damnation For that is what I’m made to do   You’re from a perfect world Why lower yourself To my world of sorrow? I’m from another place I can’t rise above Myself for tomorrow”
― Frank Green, Raising Hades: Early works of Hades Rising

“THE CRIMSON QUEEN   She comes to me at the mid-nightmare passing Temptress of winter snowfall in black leathers Within the forest where the snakes are hissing Among the moonlit trees and dying heathers Vampiric succubus from homes of the dead Honey in my ear, I recall what was said:   “You will love me, your Queen of the dead Worship me, or I will take your head.”   So I rest my head on her frozen bosom I’m subjugated to her loathsome Sodoms Her fingers, grasping, from the darkest reaches Those lips of suction are just like leeches Entwined arms that offer me no salvation A barbed tongue lapping at my lacerations   “My crimson queen, my strength starts to wane” I cried to her, in pleasurable pain   The blood-red candles have burned down to their wicks Illuminated fantasies born from the sick Manticore mistress drenched in gorgon’s blood I break wide open to release the flood My intestines burst forth, their gushing out Into the black void of Lillith’s mouth”
― Frank Green, Raising Hades: Early works of Hades Rising

“SHALLOW GRAVES   Covered in a loose blanket of  dirt and rocks Not long since you found yourself broke off Abandoned and alone on the streets But to me, all I see is meat Flesh covered in fear and cheap ink Afraid, your nerves are on the brink Sweetness, I know you have what I need The papers, they all tell stories of me   Shallow Graves! I am Shallow Graves!   I have strangled and I have ripped Who am I? I’ll give you a tip I have feasted and I have clowned I know just how to keep your down A son of Sam, I’m in your flesh Suffering my only wish The stark weather on the highway Come to me, don’t waste the day   Shallow Graves! I am Shallow Graves!   I see the way you look at me Stranger in the night Your scent intoxicates me I’m here for you When we’re done you’ll know my name You will scream…   Shallow Graves! It’s Shallow Graves!”
― Frank Green, Raising Hades: Early works of Hades Rising

“COFFIN CANVAS   Unlike some, I take joy in my work Out every evening, prowling the night In an alley, part of the shadows Butchering, it feels to me so right Find an innocent so beautiful Excellent for my collection   Blinded and gagged, she tries to screams Like all the others, I’ll make her bleed Hands tied behind, she cannot fight I will be with you all day, all night   The body is gone, but you’re still fresh   In my mind, so I take up my brush To the canvas, what’s the rush? Your face is so beautiful upon the white Jaw hanging slack, eyes without light I’m so happy seeing you with the others So many little daughters and some mothers Have fallen to my charms An exciting sensation of lovely harm   Who shall I pick among them today I see a fair haired princess, a shining ray Her smile it dazzles like the sun When night falls, let’s have some fun   Spasms and twitches on the meat hook A smile breaks on my face as I look She struggles but the hook digs in You are mine now, my little Lynn   Like the others, she can’t last   So it’s time for me to take up the brush To the canvas, what’s the rush? Your face is so beautiful upon the white Jaw hanging slack, eyes without light I’m so happy seeing you with the others So many little daughters and some mothers Have fallen to my charms An exciting sensation of lovely harm   Job done, I toss the body to the dogs Out in the cold, out in the fog You’ll rest peacefully on my wall As you’re torn asunder in their jaws   I look upon my bloodstained hands Humble and true, I’m just a man Who likes to have a little fun And know, my darlings, it has just begun”
― Frank Green, Raising Hades: Early works of Hades Rising

“EVISCERATED   From the time that it begin Full of love’s evil twin I am eviscerated Such finality   Desecration of the Adaptation from a Simulation of the Vaccination Of mankind   You tell me you don’t have a care Why won’t I die? Take yourself the fuck out of here Now go a cry   Heed yourself, you’re self destructive Crying to sleep Take handfuls of wicked pills It’ll be alright   Reputation shattered Profanation gathered Incantation slathered Impregnation Depression   You are feeling lost and so alone Losing your head Run the razor across the wrist You are cold and Dead - Dead - Dead - Dead   Find a place inside your heart Where you can find Solace from those past torments You don’t have to die   Exhumation of the Amputation from the Domination inside Fabrication building Transformation Of your mind   Until the time that it ends Full of love’s evil twin We’re eviscerated Such finality”
― Frank Green, Raising Hades: Early works of Hades Rising