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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
In my head
A gift from Heaven
A curse from Hell
Destroying my being
From the inside
And leaving nothing behind
Descentfirst noticed is the
an invasion of his ears
as in an auditorium
viewing the vivisection of
slicing away at
all that he is
body shattering into
thousands of cells
scattering to the winds
spells cast by the wicked
from antiquated books
anyone could acquire
all bear a curse
that cannot be denied
may be the cause of it
if it is not admitted
cannot be a figment
creeping shadows watching
rending the friable curtain
separating rational thought
from the other side
devoid of light and trust
ragged gashes gape
infinite gulf beckons hideously
an irresistible pull
scraping off clinging lucidity
lo, a brush against the hand
a thin filament
flimsy as spider silk
tenacious as a spider’s web
to this he clings
tenuous grasp on
As My Veins Turn Red Again
Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open greyyed with the smoke of your cigar
No more can I choke down my own blood boiled to black clumps
Acid runs in my veins, ruins in my cheeks, eats me in-out
Your cane strikes and blade slits, spelling out your pleasure
But as you make your last slash, the lioness inside me erupts at last.
The last slash still burns but I escaped my chains,
tore from y
Mendel's garden invasionThe garland devil leaves his daughters to roam sour gardens,
to squeeze perfume across their necks like lemons.
Sisters six mock Split-limes for her craving to lock candles in her lips:
Limes is a blunted thought-machine, a muted philosopher
but her sheets shake with magic,
each master watches his gooseflesh bubble like champagne.
I can rub old wine and apple slime deep into my pores,
But lemons, I shall never wear lemons,
the slur to existence, sliding down god's lungs.
Our den was never a cathedral, sisters six,
your bloodline quivers with a wild sin
bitten from the freedom tree.
The tasteless soil expels the girls who drip,
leaving the garland devil to roam their necks,
wryly tending lemon trees.
GONE - poemAs we walk
embittered by the thought
In the dome of death
we try to stay thoughtless
Though we all can't deny
the smell of decay
the fire coming out of the woods
The constant fear running through our veins
We have to accept
We cannot avoid
While we make our plans
Defend our homes
Fight away these horrific creatures
We all have the same thought in the back of your head
Whether the dome will fade or stay,
We will die anyway
Poupee desarticuleePoupée désarticulée
Apparait dans le noir
Vole mes jouets usés
Et mes petits mouchoirs
Rit fort aux éclats
De mille verres brisés
Broyés au coutelas
Me tisse une jolie robe
En cauchemars satinés
Aux yeux claustrophobes
N'est pas la bienvenue
Mes parents m'ont grondée
Parce qu'elle est revenue.
Betwixt Loving BloodDeathly still in grey soft smoke her whisper clear
Warm breath tempting misty memory within
Seduction gleaning soon invoke dim silhouette appear
Rose petals resting upon cold porcelain
Dreaming of silky vanilla divine
Golden leaf riding silver tide
White chocolate and blood red wine
For ethereal beauty I abide
Mystery weaving raven hair
Compelled by firelight dancing allure
Glistening before me feminine fair
Black latex immaculate maiden grandeur
Oh pale mistress bathed by moonlight
Your fiery eyes beseech me so
Vixen seductress of sweet twilight
Intoxicating grasp your crimson glow
Candles melting moist ivory skin
Lips of cherry against delicate lace
Lure everlasting veil made thin
Bewitching gaze mystical embrace
You haunt me in ecstasy electric desire
Charming my senses unspeakable bliss
Spectral enchantress for whom I aspire
May I appeal just one single kiss?
Sapphire eyes begin to sheen
Crescent grin and nod of her head
Gliding closer yet still in between
Upon the velvet for her I
HangingThe wooden door
in her chest
by what reality
they wished to exist
she was a witch
in their existence
but just another
human in hers.
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,
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