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(new) The Devil’s Disco.

…The Devil’s Disco…(with a slow bass rhythm)

Gather round my little children.
I’ve got a song that you might like.
It’ll put hairs on your chest and…
you’re gonna be here all Night.
The drummer is feasting…
Feasting on your fright.
you’re gonna feel it.
Until the very last bite…
My guitarist is gorging.
Gorging on your hate.
you could try to be kind
It’s a little too late…
Welcome to My heaven.
Where there’s lots in store.
Get ready to dance as
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
As I drop. the gallows floor.
This is My disco!
This song has no end.
Because what I finish…
I start all over again.
All over again.
All over again……..
Gather round you little bastards!
I’ve got a song…that you won’t like….

James Herbert

i just found out that James Herbert, author of novels such as The Rats, The Magic Cottage, Fluke and Ghosts Of Sleath, had passed away in March this year.
One of the first adult writers who gripped me with stories of horror and love and the magical things that may be overlooked. The kind of books that although i haven’t read them in years, the stories and characters are still fresh in my mind.
i loved the way that Rumbo, a squirrel i first noticed in Fluke, played a part in three totally unrelated stories in a most nonchalant and yet powerful way.
To put the books down would be as pointless as stopping a video.
Survive the surmounting sadness of The Ghosts of Sleath and feel the relief that you don’t live there.

The King Of English Tragedy,
James Herbert
May He Rest In Peace or Enjoy Another Life

68. walks in dreams

Have you seen the sort that walks in dreams
Forever walking, always screams, never talking
He cries the pain of the knowing with deep foreboding
He cries at the sky for most of the night
Vanishing outta sight before first light
Only to return at the next full moon
He had left his loved ones far too soon
Not knowing now what next to do
He rises from his heap of rust, every dusk
To continue his quest
His search won’t stop ’til he can rest
Can’t take a break to eat for his body forever sleeps
Since his car hit the bar blocking the way
Protecting the church for their pray day.