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Creepy Like Sunday Mourning: The Undead Recordings Vol. 1 (2014)

by Venus de Vilo

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1.
Little Lisa led a lonely life, None would come and play, So ripping legs off insects - Was how she'd spend Her day, The wing-ed drove Her crazy, Their blood - with GLEE - she'd spill, But they avenged their dead one night, While Lisa slept quite still.
2.
You have a stupid name, I wouldn't take if we were wed, But that won't be an issue - As you are long dead.
3.
Megumi and Toshio, Bestest widdle fwends, Pokemon trainers, To the BLOODY end, But for our young heroes, The end came too soon, For they listened, how they listened! To the Lavender Town tune.
4.
You held me down And butchered me, Under the guise, Of cleaning teeth, You drilled, damned, And stole from me, Then tossed me, bleeding, In the street.
5.
You no longer remember that I exist. Yet, You are the reason that I DO.
6.
What were my deeds, Unforgivable? I "live" a life, Unliveable, Each day more, Invisible. But, As I fade, I am replaced. Oh, It's rotten, it's noxious, And wearing, My face.
7.
If I were to cross your path, There is no shadow of doubt in my mind, That you wouldn't be opposed to pausing, For a moment, or two, Before carrying on your way. If I were to cross YOUR path. I am under no sad delusion that you would seek to cross MINE. Therefore I think it best, I find an alternative route of travel, Keep to main roads And travel only by day, NEVER by night, Where wayward stars misguide lost fools And their lonely Feet.
8.
I saw Death at a cash machine, Taking out money, on Halloween, Joined by Jesus, and a zombie queen. They stagger off, Gandalf, in between.
9.
Your cup doesn't suit that saucer, My cushion crowds this couch, But paired - we're perfection, Your lips match my mouth.
10.
You don't want me at your door, Away I'll go, And Mope No More.
11.
Yours are not the lips Of the living. Yours, Is the kiss of the dead.
12.
Birds going berserk, Outside of my room. 5am, Grey morning gloom. Birds going berserk, Outside of my room, Croaking and crying! Crying, Our doom...
13.
"Symmetrical Eye Make Up."

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CRUDE!
CREEPY!
AND BLOODY CUTE!

The Voice Of Horror, Venus de Vilo, presents Her first "poetry collection"
CREEPY LIKE SUNDAY MOURNING.

READ IT... AND WEEP!

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released September 13, 2014

ALL poem written, recorded, performed and illustrated by The Voice Of Horror, Venus de Vilo.

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Venus de Vilo Dublin, Ireland

The Voice of Horror: Venus de Vilo is an Irish based theatrical musician specialising in the vaudeville, macabre and bloody side of dark horror music and art.

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