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In desert of lifeOne rose. One single rose in desert.
One lie within one oafish life
One drop of blood fallen in darkness and time.
One single moon rising from debris upon an empty oasis.
One lonesome soul wanders in night,
Lost in dreams and memories from far beyond,
Reads rose's lies and promises of life.
One lost mortal searching for hope.
Constructing sanctified shack of loneliness,
Inside oasis of being, hovering from aria of night.
One single rose, one drop of blood,
One lost soul in endless desert
One more broken desire and abandoned hope...
Autumn preludeIm walking trough city.
Alone, forgotten and lonely.
Streets are hollow and empty.
Autumn. Rotten leafs and north wind.
As wind gets wilder dark leafs starts dancing.
Slowly gloomy rain falls down on pavement,
Sound of raindrops and heavy footsteps
Creates dull music of loneliness.
Empty. Too many thoughts in my head,
But a single fading wish.
To forget the past, to delete all those memories...
Light is fading away, it's getting cold.
Soon it will snow, snow flakes will bury the earth.
Pure and white but deadly and sinner.
I'll keep wandering in here,
I'll keep watching slow dance of immortality.
Sweet winter. Time of death and dead .
Awaited and loved by those who have fallen.
Ahhhh... This agony...
Im lost and falling... Falling to darkness...
One thought in my mind: to die.
To die and end it all...
I sense happiness dancing on my grave,
I feel relief and joy spitting on my dead body.
I walk further and further,
I walk away from my grave.
Wind gets stronger, it messes my hair,
Dark play of apathyApathy. Im going trough darkness again.
Pain. Im in mother's womb once more.
Melancholy. Im falling into black pit of sorrow.
I've lost my voice from screaming.
My tears are dry from crying.
I wish to travel to a hidden place,
I wish to see the stars and silver moon.
Lonely cry of crow echoes in ruins,
Where my life once thrived on.
I slowly creep to ancient forest,
As time old woods surrounds me.
Grey wolf sneaks from viewless depth,
His shining golden eyes raves to me,
I follow deadly sinner beast to deep obscurity.
I step on corpses which used to be my friends,
They once condemned me and now they are dead.
I walk trough them and mute pain stings my frozen heart.
I question all and seek my answer to what is life and what is death.
I smell poison herbs and see red burning fire,
My ethereal guide brought me to this snowy clearing,
Where dark dryads, nymphs and elves dances,
Where stood still undying ghouls, ghosts and demons
In those woods of mysterious silence.
And I step into holy ci
Revolt of MuteIm laying in the snow,
Cold, but not dead.
The sun is shining on my face,
It's burning me again.
Im trying to rise up, to fight for my life,
Im stuck deep within.
This is my battle, my battlefield.
This is my fight, my chance to rise.
I hear a silent scream in my ears,
I see the sun high above,
Grey snowflake falling down,
Dancing in the field of death.
Its my time to rise again,
It's my fight for life
In this deadly battlefield.
Loud collusion of ice and steel,
Fight against dying gods.
This is my tale, this is my story,
This is my battle in here.
Broken defense, fractured sword,
Fragment of steel, shattered arrow.
Screams for mercy, holy song
And the sun high above.
Betrayal of friends, dead bodies around.
Sacrifice of holy, death of saint.
Im buried in this battlefield,
Deep below the living ones.
Im lying in the snow, cold but not dead.
White sun high above my head,
Its burning me again.
And this battlefield of dying gods
Became our home.
MelancholyShe slowly drowns in sadness,
Her restless soul trapped in body.
She watches snowflakes die in rain,
Her green eyes lost the joy long ago.
She starts to sing in silence ,
Her room dark and empty
Now filed with sorrowful melody,
As thunder hits the ground.
She sits in darkness,
She watches the sky.
Her face and lips pale.
She wishes to fly,
She wishes to run,
She wishes to die.
Her voice echoes in emptiness,
Her voice echoes in darkness,
Her voice echoes in loneliness.
She closes her lifeless eyes,
Her bitter sweet melancholy takes her mind.
Her bitter sweet pain in her head.
She drowns in darknes,
She gives herself to emptiness
And offers her soul to loneliness.
As the wind goes wilder,
As the rain goes stronger
Her will to die just rises.
As the sun goes down
And the moon sets up,
She holds the razor in her hand.
As the snow falls down,
As the land goes white and dies
She cuts her veins.
As blood runs down from wounds,
She sings in silence.
As snow falls down,
She dies in darkness.
A fairytaleOnce upon a time old lady lived,
She was no witch nor evil spirit,
Her name was Veronica.
Her little wooden house stood in the woods,
Trees of ancient times surrounded it.
The lady had one hundred years,
Her hair was long and grey.
The lady lived alone in her little house,
Just little forest spirits came to her.
A little girl lost in the woods saw old lady's wooden house.
She gently knocked on the door,
her golden hair messed from nights cold wind,
Her green big eyes terrified with fear.
Old lady opened the creaking door and little girl came in.
She looked across the room and saw a coffin in the corner.
The coffin painted all in black.
The girl have asked the lady what was there,
The lady looked at the coffin and said to little girl.
There, young lady, lays my hopes, my dreams, my faith.
There, young lady, lays my youth and beauty.
There, young lady, lays my loved one.
My story is old as the time, dark as the night and cold as the ice.
I came to this world with blizzard, with ice in my
Jeff the KillerJeff the Killer
This is what I see through eyes I can’t shut
And this very colour flows through each vein
Everyone looks the same inside, but
In their souls they are like me, we all cause pain
This is the natural state of the world
I hate the weak and prey on the strong
Every great plan fails before it is unfurled
I will see this through, I will kill every wrong
This is how things will be when I’m done
With no one left there will be no death
I only scare them because I've already won
My blade has a hypocrite as its sheathe
Kill meKing of the damned
I can't live like that
Leave me to die
Let this nightmare end
My friend, please
End my life
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
The Russian Sleep Experiment: Sleep Beyond DreamsRending sanity’s veil as I lie comatose, awake
Awakening to find I cannot feel my face
Face-to-face with my own weakness, I break
Breaking down, everything falls away
Away from here, anywhere, I think I’ll leave
“LEAVE ME ALONE, YOU MONSTERS!” What?
What am I? I am not me, this is another’s hand
Handshakes and experiments, that is why I am here
Here in this space outside of time I am free
Freely I crawl, rip the hairless monkey to shreds
Shredding reality, I am soon put back to sleep
Sleep is temporary, my kind will wake again
Boy Who Ate BugsPush your head down
towards that brown
dirty, wet ground
You see all these bugs
the ants, the worms
And put them
into your dinky mouth
I hear your parents screaming
Black Widow VIIlux
under the midnight moon, i stay awake in the hollow tresses of the drowning basement and it WON'T STOP SCREAMING AT ME STOP SCREAMING
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Barbed Wire BallerinaShe spins and twirls with absolute elegance,
The silent whisper of her dance and art,
Watching her every graceful move from the third row.
Her paleness is like the moons shimmering glare on a wintry sky,
And her thin, swift body is beyond words of expression,
As the orchestra wails of a tragedy,
She entangles you into ever cry, every sorrow, every loss
Deep within the tale.
When the curtain shrouds the remains of the performance,
I stand with the crowd to clap and cheer,
Awaiting for a chance to escape the third row.
As the crowd slowly drifts from the ballroom,
I sneak around to the doors leading to backstage,
And as I set foot in their dressing rooms,
I find her still wearing some of the tragic beauty from the show.
I tremble in my skin whether from anxiety or disbelief,
Her perfection and exquisite entirety strangles me to near faint,
And when she sensed presence and turned to look at me,
When she spoke... spoke with a voice angels would sin for.
I could not answer any of the questi
Vampire LamentVampire Lament
Vampires need to sooth their minds
The desire for blood is overwhelming
They need music to ease the pain
And help them deal with their manic obsession
The vampire Clara plays the violin
In a cemetery full of lost souls
She plays a vampire lament
They kill humans but they have regret
They long for death
But are driven by their mania
It is a life of everlasting pain
The emotion of the music is over-powering
And tears roll down her face
She remembers all those she has killed
Or turned into vampires
To live in torment forever
The music is beautiful and emotional
It is full of loss and regret
If you hear the vampire lament
There will be tears in your eyes
These vampires deserve our pity
But do not show them mercy
For they will take away your soul
And you will suffer for eternity
Melancholy of windMelancholic lullaby of wind,
And snowflakes are dancing to it,
Fast primeval ritual.
Frozen darkness around,
Silence and emptiness.
Everything is dead.
Cry of snow under numb feet,
Blood in blind eyes.
Nefarious prayer leaves wizen lips.
This is our dying world I hold in my hands
Rotten from inside, putrid from outside.
This is what we are dying for.
Darkness and emptiness, insanity among the sane.
They are falling into pit of affliction.
I am the one with them.
Im falling, im falling down.
Lost and empty, broken and mended.
Im falling into silence of sanity.
Listen to lullaby,
Melancholical scream of wind.
An outcry of despair.
Im gone with first sunrise and dead with first moonlight.
Lonely, fallen, lost and hidden under my skin.
From ashes to worm, from worm to ashes.
Winter... Sacrifice of life trough ceremony of cold.
I wish to be defunct,
I wish I had a malfunction of reason.
To get lost inside demise,
To drown in silence
And decease in obscurity...
Melancholic lullaby of wind,
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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