#corpse kid

#My baby

Oct 27th - "Candytrail"

𝚆𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚢

(I used to bump this shit and slit my wrist)

I used to bump this shit and slit my wrist

Yeah, I used to do it too

Cocaine dripping out my nose

Codeine stains upon my clothes

I don't give no fucks no more

You can check the score, I'm broke

Broken down until I choke

Bitch, we hanging from the rope

Gallowdancing 'til I'm ancient

Waiting for the mansions patient

Mention me, you'll get no pensions

That's 'cause I'm a razor tensioned

I just want move on, but I can't, bitch

Camping 'cause the diamonds they glistening

Sitting in my fucking killing shameless

Look at my face, can't you tell I'm so graceful?

Wish I could understand

Why nothing makes me sad

Nothing makes me feel shit

I'll keep on taking them hits in the nights

Yeah, the lamps so bright, it'll be all right

All the voices so high, I can feel the light

And I swear these lies taking all my time and spaces

It's making me crazy

I used to wanna die, now I want the world to fucking fry

Tear da club up thug, I know you have it deep inside

No, Ketamine fiends all in my ex team

I got potions for the night being

Suicide this what they mean

Man, fuck all the bullshit, I just wanna Rest In Peace

They wanna take my life away

Fill my head take my bread, no, I could stay

In the woods light a fire, ain't no microwave

Fuck the rest, they tryna play me everyday

Every night, nothing to fight

Nowhere to live, closed inside a casket

Man, it can't be this

Gotta make shit change

'Cause this motherfucking place

Making my brain go insane

Yung Corpse, my mane

Revenge, I just wanna kill shit

Call me fucking Kill Bill, I just wanna end shit, ok, ok!

Blood all on my body and the floor board soaked with gore

Yeah, bitch, I'm Corpse, I signed your casket kit

I'm writing in my death wish

List of names that done double-crossed me

That would just be me, yeah

Dead man walking, zombie tripping, codeine sipping

Hell in my head, hell might as well catch hell, and my eyes red as hell

I won't ever give in hoe

You just another Michelle

Wish I could understand

Why nothing makes me sad

Nothing makes me feel shit

I'll keep on taking them hits in the nights

Gallowdancing 'til I'm ancient

Waiting for the mansions patient

Mention me, you'll get no pensions

That's 'cause I'm a razor tensioned

I just want move on, but I can't, bitch

Camping 'cause the diamonds they glistening

Sitting in my fucking killing shameless

Look at my face, can't you tell I'm so graceful?

Gallowdance (Remix) by Corpse Kid, Wntr SKY

Mayor: They had a fight.

Corpse Kid: Then why are they holding hands?

edit: I don’t know who we-gurashiera or atimburtonfan are but I’m the poster, idk why they say that.. TOWN KIDS AHHHJGFH Winged demon is difficult to draw. I’m just wanna talk about them a little, long winded thoughts sorry ahh..

…Mummy boy, sweet mummy boy. I’m pretty sure he’s just Tim Burton’s character from his short story of the same name and not actually the pharaoh tutankhamun, he died at age 19 with lots of theorized deformations and large hips. Mummy boy was just a regular born boy who apparently had a curse. Also he was just born mummified..not even, he’s just hollow living gauze with oddly shaped beetles inside. He’s surprisingly similar to Oogie Boogie. Really weird..wonder if they have similar stories, mummy coming from ancient Egyptian magick and Oogie from voodoo/hoodoo New Orleans black magick. That’s about the only thing they have in common tho. Anyway, there’s somewhat of a common theme in Tim’s stories where the two parents have wishy-washy feelings for the children, killing/abandoning/neglecting them isn’t uncommon, usually played as an unfortunate but nonchalant happening, a frank dry dark humor to it too. Soo poor mummy boy was probably never given a name, the parents thought very disdainfully of him and never address him by one, that’s also common. I think maybe that’s the point why most of Tim’s poems are named directly including the person in question but never formally addressed, they just never got a name. But also, it could be an obscuring narrative tool for some stories as they’re usually told in third person, as if the third person is recounting a story of a reject long forgotten by everyone. But also maybe it’s not that deep and I need to get a life, all very possible. mummy boy is just mummy boy. To me, he looks about 11 or 12, hard to say since Victor from Frankenweenie is 11 but the movie is in a considerable different Burton character design style.

Winged demon, I feel like he’s just kinda the weird one, he seems to kinda be out of it and strange sometimes if you notice, he’s cool, the chill unique one. I’ve tried to think of a fan name for him and..idk man. He literally could have any kind of name, me and nasubionna talked a little about it. We agreed It could be random and connected to some allusion, weirdly normal or straight up complicated and made up. I’ve tried to come up with a few. First, stuff that sounded like “demon” because that’s burtonesque enough??? “Demion/Damion,” “Daimon” or “Donte.” But then, I’ve seen some sources call him gargoyle demon or gargoyle boy, so like, he kinda looks like the trickster gargoyle, “Stryge”? BUT, he’s a demon, a pretty scary/unique looking one, “Hiisi” are personifications of mischief/evil associated with woods, streams, and hills in Baltic-finnic folklore. He definitely looks like he belongs in the woods ig. Idk. I have to kinda settle with “Callicantzaros,” or “Calli” for short. Basically, they’re a vampiric bat demon creature in Greek folklore that really only get crazy 12 days a year, eating the newborns and people born in those 12 days - Christmas day and the feast days of the three wise travelers……yeahhh, but hey, we never do see the events right after the minute Christmas begins and how the winged demon would cope. so it’s not impossible..? Jk idk…… But hey, they look alike..

That or Donte.

In short, winged demon, a.k.a Callicantzaros or Donte, maybe. He looks about 9 or 10 for me.

Small tangent, I don’t believe the whole town holds the “but we’re not mean” maxim too equally. Vampires have to eat, evil scientists have to defile corpses (sentient beings in this town) and clowns have to exist.