.
I was falling into madness. A madness of my own doing. And all I ever wanted was that which I was about to accomplish. I was falling to darkness, and I felt nothing but lust. Desire. Animal, Primeval, howling desire to embrace the masness that approached me with mocking promises. It laughed at my foolishness, it jerred at the supreme, unsurpassed idiocy of a creature such as myself, one that wished to drink the elixir of nothingness, knowing full well of its consequences. Void. Complete black. An eternity of watching the future become history. Of towers collapsing to dust and dust rising to mammoths. An endless pursuit, a madness. With one grotesque, intoxicating kiss, I had set bare my soul as fodder for demons. I had become the architect of my own damnation. My core was laced with insanity. And how sweet the feeling. I revelled in the ecstasy of becoming a deviant, one that belonged nowhere, one that was truly free, of love, of hate, of affection, of expectation, of rebuff, free to pursue that which was my sustenance, my madness, my muse
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Again
Kisses fair, kisses wild,
I wait for you to tread faded paths.
Watch the stars calling for the last melody,
Unbelieveing as they plunge into sleep once again.
Listen to the parley of the bronzed leaves,
That weep the frozen beauty of their white queens.
One last time,
Pipe me a tune.
Sing me of errant love, of slithering lust
Of gleaming tombs and a peeling bust.
Give Memory back to the dead, and tears to the wise.
Give blood to the King, and let him smile.
One last time.
Darkness trapped within a net of light.
Unreality painted with promises bright.
Come into my lure again,
I'll kiss your fevered sleep away.
Wake you to a precious dream,
A world without your beloved's scream.
Must you run? Must you defy?
Must I bleed and quarter your kind?
Must I sigh a million sighs?
And buy your love with pain?
One last time.
Make me cry.
I'd like to feel.
One last time.
I wait for you to tread faded paths.
Watch the stars calling for the last melody,
Unbelieveing as they plunge into sleep once again.
Listen to the parley of the bronzed leaves,
That weep the frozen beauty of their white queens.
One last time,
Pipe me a tune.
Sing me of errant love, of slithering lust
Of gleaming tombs and a peeling bust.
Give Memory back to the dead, and tears to the wise.
Give blood to the King, and let him smile.
One last time.
Darkness trapped within a net of light.
Unreality painted with promises bright.
Come into my lure again,
I'll kiss your fevered sleep away.
Wake you to a precious dream,
A world without your beloved's scream.
Must you run? Must you defy?
Must I bleed and quarter your kind?
Must I sigh a million sighs?
And buy your love with pain?
One last time.
Make me cry.
I'd like to feel.
One last time.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Led to the Scyld,
It is the river of the Dead.
Crimson sorrow washed by the sins of mortal lust.
On its banks swirm the mist of Him.
The Dark Lord, who will now own my fetid soul.
Stinking of sin, this unseemly feeling of death.
Was it only yesterday that the dagger pieced the heart?
It is all a dream; yet Sheoul is beautiful.
All the wretched dreams are now over, I am at peace.
The ice cold glacial cleft where i lie
As Time is non existent, and my existance freezes to nothing.
The sleep overtakes me, but does not conquer.
I hear it.
The swish of a feather touch, the white light that dazzles the very core of my unseemly being.
I do not behold the sight, my visison is lost.
But, who are you, alien being?
Joy and purity in the bowels of Evil?
The voice and the song "Lady of Poison"
I feel those lost tears flow one more time...
I despise you Sheoul.
I despise you, Evil.
Take me away, unknown angel.
Take away this wretched, degraded being.
To wherever you steps may take.
Atlizuth or Assiah.
The light receeds. I feel the warmth lost.
Where are you going?
The song fades. And I realise.
I am still alone.
It is the river of the Dead.
Crimson sorrow washed by the sins of mortal lust.
On its banks swirm the mist of Him.
The Dark Lord, who will now own my fetid soul.
Stinking of sin, this unseemly feeling of death.
Was it only yesterday that the dagger pieced the heart?
It is all a dream; yet Sheoul is beautiful.
All the wretched dreams are now over, I am at peace.
The ice cold glacial cleft where i lie
As Time is non existent, and my existance freezes to nothing.
The sleep overtakes me, but does not conquer.
I hear it.
The swish of a feather touch, the white light that dazzles the very core of my unseemly being.
I do not behold the sight, my visison is lost.
But, who are you, alien being?
Joy and purity in the bowels of Evil?
The voice and the song "Lady of Poison"
I feel those lost tears flow one more time...
I despise you Sheoul.
I despise you, Evil.
Take me away, unknown angel.
Take away this wretched, degraded being.
To wherever you steps may take.
Atlizuth or Assiah.
The light receeds. I feel the warmth lost.
Where are you going?
The song fades. And I realise.
I am still alone.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Rejected.
I know what its like to be rejected,
Again and again until;
You realize that you are nothing but the castaway.
The mistake of creation.
The obstacle to the perfect world.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the fire of helplessness burning within you.
Your love-blood evaporates to nothing.
And you suffer.
And no one notices.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the hot liquid seeping down your cheek.
And the bitter bile at your throat.
The feeling of disease and plague.
And that you are no longer anyone.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To hear the words “It won’t work out.”
To hear the words “You’re not my type.”
To hear the words “ I’m very sorry.”
Better luck next time.
Better luck next time?
There won’t be a next time.
The metallic taste of blood slices the tongue.
And the knife falls from the hand
Sparkling a crimson hue.
The spinning of world.
The feel of the cold stone floor rushing to meet you.
The crashing pain in the skull.
Goodbye.
Death will not reject me.
Again and again until;
You realize that you are nothing but the castaway.
The mistake of creation.
The obstacle to the perfect world.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the fire of helplessness burning within you.
Your love-blood evaporates to nothing.
And you suffer.
And no one notices.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To feel the hot liquid seeping down your cheek.
And the bitter bile at your throat.
The feeling of disease and plague.
And that you are no longer anyone.
I know what its like to be rejected.
To hear the words “It won’t work out.”
To hear the words “You’re not my type.”
To hear the words “ I’m very sorry.”
Better luck next time.
Better luck next time?
There won’t be a next time.
The metallic taste of blood slices the tongue.
And the knife falls from the hand
Sparkling a crimson hue.
The spinning of world.
The feel of the cold stone floor rushing to meet you.
The crashing pain in the skull.
Goodbye.
Death will not reject me.
Friday, May 1, 2009
My body is cold, frozen from deep inside
My lips are crimson ice.
Eyes as hollow as the whore you took yesterday.
Heart as tainted as the Demon's kiss.
The golden mask slips,
The gasps are heard.
My eyes narrow, sparkling in greed.
I feel my lips moisten.
What a beautiful man.
What delicious prey for tonight.
Sickeningly white fingers beckon at the innocence
Your body, helpless in lust; follows.
I wonder who brought him here.
A virgin flower, to a congreagation of sins and filth.
In the dead, dark garden
Where violated angels stand encased in cold marble
I brought you; you followed me like a lost puppy.
One soon to be enslaved and exploited.
The light of the moon was almost like a shroud
Over a dead corpse.
It shrouded us.
My dead eyes assaulted your vision;
And I felt you drown under the grip of my control.
Our lips met.
And you tasted the poison of lust.
I felt your desire,
As fresh as the river.
And I knew, that you were mine.
My lips are crimson ice.
Eyes as hollow as the whore you took yesterday.
Heart as tainted as the Demon's kiss.
The golden mask slips,
The gasps are heard.
My eyes narrow, sparkling in greed.
I feel my lips moisten.
What a beautiful man.
What delicious prey for tonight.
Sickeningly white fingers beckon at the innocence
Your body, helpless in lust; follows.
I wonder who brought him here.
A virgin flower, to a congreagation of sins and filth.
In the dead, dark garden
Where violated angels stand encased in cold marble
I brought you; you followed me like a lost puppy.
One soon to be enslaved and exploited.
The light of the moon was almost like a shroud
Over a dead corpse.
It shrouded us.
My dead eyes assaulted your vision;
And I felt you drown under the grip of my control.
Our lips met.
And you tasted the poison of lust.
I felt your desire,
As fresh as the river.
And I knew, that you were mine.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Untitled
It’s been almost a fortnight since you left.
Your watch still on the dresser.
Your sock still lying on the living room floor.
Your eyes still in my mind….and my heart.
Those deep, black eyes…as black as a never ending winter night.
Cold, still, beautiful….wrenching out every secret from this rugged heart.
My scarred face, my scarred existence.
Seeing through one eye, I only see one side of this world.
Oracle, Oracle….I am the oracle. One who sees all.
One who knows all.
Then why do I not know who you are, ice-cold prince?
Your eyes, deep, black eyes….as black as….no,no…they are a true black.
The black of sparkling ebony presented to a queen.
This one is as black as charcoal, burnt, harsh charcoal.
You are the child of the dawn and enigma.
Unreachable as the sun, alluring as the Apsara
The dance of the ethereal starts…the song of the enchantress moon.
I see you now. I am the Oracle. I see all.
I know all.
Sent by the gods of blood to destroy this abomination with one eye.
One eye. And she sees all!!
You came, you left.
You did not kill me. Why?
This eye now sees that you will never return….and the wasteland lies before me.
Death seems a gift, but I regret not.
Goodbye. I have loved you.
I love you now.
It’s been almost a fortnight since you left.
Your watch still on the dresser.
Your sock still lying on the living room floor.
Your eyes still in my mind….and my heart.
Those deep, black eyes…as black as a never ending winter night.
Cold, still, beautiful….wrenching out every secret from this rugged heart.
My scarred face, my scarred existence.
Seeing through one eye, I only see one side of this world.
Oracle, Oracle….I am the oracle. One who sees all.
One who knows all.
Then why do I not know who you are, ice-cold prince?
Your eyes, deep, black eyes….as black as….no,no…they are a true black.
The black of sparkling ebony presented to a queen.
This one is as black as charcoal, burnt, harsh charcoal.
You are the child of the dawn and enigma.
Unreachable as the sun, alluring as the Apsara
The dance of the ethereal starts…the song of the enchantress moon.
I see you now. I am the Oracle. I see all.
I know all.
Sent by the gods of blood to destroy this abomination with one eye.
One eye. And she sees all!!
You came, you left.
You did not kill me. Why?
This eye now sees that you will never return….and the wasteland lies before me.
Death seems a gift, but I regret not.
Goodbye. I have loved you.
I love you now.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Untitled, I don't know what to call this....
I still look into you blue eyes, eyes that seem like the ocean
So wide, so deep; I feel lost in them
The silence of your lips, the soft sigh of your breath
The touch of your hand; the touch I have longed for
I see you smile, the iced wall of your heart crack
Like a dam that cannot hold back the flow
The flow of your emotions
Reverberations in your soul
I see you smile; the sparkle in your eyes
So happy, so happy, you look so happy
I see your pain fading, slowly receeding
As peace creeps in,I see the war settle
The war in your heart is ending
Is joy on its way? Is happiness coming?
Forgive me, me beloved
Should I not know? Why must I ask?
I must feel it in my heart. Is it not?
You look so beautiful when you smile.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your smiling face.
You carry me to the Seventh Heaven; to the brightest star.
My song is carried by the wind.
I know there is not greater joy; no greater ecstasy.
When I see you smile.
So wide, so deep; I feel lost in them
The silence of your lips, the soft sigh of your breath
The touch of your hand; the touch I have longed for
I see you smile, the iced wall of your heart crack
Like a dam that cannot hold back the flow
The flow of your emotions
Reverberations in your soul
I see you smile; the sparkle in your eyes
So happy, so happy, you look so happy
I see your pain fading, slowly receeding
As peace creeps in,I see the war settle
The war in your heart is ending
Is joy on its way? Is happiness coming?
Forgive me, me beloved
Should I not know? Why must I ask?
I must feel it in my heart. Is it not?
You look so beautiful when you smile.
Everytime I close my eyes, I see your smiling face.
You carry me to the Seventh Heaven; to the brightest star.
My song is carried by the wind.
I know there is not greater joy; no greater ecstasy.
When I see you smile.
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