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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
UntitledA bloody mess in the room
Oops I'm sorry
I killed the groom
Sobs and cries everywhere
I smile happily
And loves the despair
Somber faces on the field
Smirk upon my victory
Broken hearts won't be healed
Stroke the frills of her dress
The white now turned crimson with my work
One more life made less...
The place where they were to be married
The caskets were laid
Soon to be buried...
GoneI walk down the steps
I see all the marks I know that there gone
I know I cannot help
I sit on the floor looking round I see where they lay
I see all around and I watch all the blood dripping down.
The Great ThiefMy empty gaze
and bony smile
these features of mine
will leave you as pale
as my accursed face
Shrouded am I
in black robes
and dark intent
and like a thief in the night
I come to steal you away
Tears may fall at my theft
but I could care less
After all I've been doing this
Since the beginning
And I don't see an end to my thievery
Many have tried
but all have failed
to escape my grasp
Little do you know
that my reach knows no bounds
No matter how far you run
No matter where you hide
I will find you
and I will steal you away
to my realm of Peace and Darkness
To fight me
is to fight Fate
But please do continue
To fight me,
'cause it's no fun if you just let me take you.
You can hear the sky ringing, ringing with the sounds of war
The ground has turned to ash, cinders left behind by these fucking monkeys
Monkeys and their petty quarrels
You can feel, you hear the sound of burning
A world destroyed by a race who was left behind to care for it
Humans and their ridiculous fighting, the never ending fighting
The ghosts take you into the space betwixt spaces, and you can see all
You begin to live vicariously, watching through the eyes of another
And when one pair of eyes goes dark, you find another
And like this, you witness the fall of empires
The destruction of nations
The end of all
You watch as society collapses and rots
You watch as worms devour all
And the snakes start to sing
Bloodlust.This world is merciless,
Cruel, unforgiving, and worthless.
But at the same time the world is amazing,
Wonderful, forgiving, and breath taking.
The cruel is what I see almost all the time,
The breath taking side is so rare its almost a crime,
People bully and hurt others for fun,
When you're in the corner and covered in their tall shadows its hard to see the sun.
What doesn't make sense is the innocents are always afraid of these people,
What makes even less sense is they believe the things that turn out to be so evil,
I hope the people who call them names and push them down know that they might be alone,
I hope they know that those mean bullies make them feel like they have no one to turn too, that they're on their own,
I think that the people who get hurt don't stand up for themselves because they're afraid,
Its weird how someone can be afraid of a peer yet not be afraid of a blade,
Sometimes I wonder why other people bully the innocents why the make them go through so much pain,
Eyes of the NightEyes of the Night
Common people mutter that the night has eyes
They never know whose eyes those are
Or what they see
The dimensions of vision may differ from theirs
But nobody knows what that might be
Creatures of the night always look at our world differently
We who are living see from the light
The creatures of darkness see from the darkness of the night
Pupils glow like the eyes of the cat
They dart to and fro as though watching us pass
Then they hide with the first signs of morning light
To await the falling of another night
CasketSkin that splinters by day and burns by night,
Shaking in the corner where wailing voices echo,
Itching the skin until blood spills,
Will it ever ease the tension?
Skin that trembles by day and shudders by night,
Vomiting in the corner where crows shrieking echoes,
Coughing until blood reaches the throat,
Will it ever ease the agony?
Whispers in the DarknessWhispers in the Dark*
This night has stirred
It is not as quiet as I thought
In the distance ahead
There came a voice
A whisper in the darkness
It said, "The Old Ones were.
The Old Ones are.
The Old Ones shall be."
Whose voice it is I know not
Nor do I care to know.
Some things are best
When left unknown.
*The Whisperer in the Darkness, Nyarlathotep, by H P Lovecraft
The little ones stay in their beds and say good night to their day. They snuggle into the sheets and hope to dream sweet dreams. The moon shone through the window and the pillows are fluffed just right. Sleep would take them very soon this night. A creak in the house, the wind through the chimes. Taking their turns with rhythm and rhymes. The child’s smile fades as he drifts even deeper. Not thinking quite clearly of creaks creaking closer.
When the Night comes close don’t open your eyes. When the Night comes close to sing sweet lullabies; to whisper the sleep into your ears. Don’t whip open your eyes because then you will see. To fear the Night is to fear me
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,
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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