I want to know, where I should go. Should I follow your path or find my own?. I know it's time to decide. To figure out what to do with this life. But can I really be free in your society.
Brawling scratches mean a bad hair day. Go on and press your face all up against the glass. Watch and wonder as the pretty things spin and burn. Swing and missing all, almost every time.
What luminous galaxies have been thy prey. O, all-consuming, restrainless Space?. What gyres of planets sunk in thy voidness absolute. O, indivisible infinity?.
Woke up sweating in the sun. Sprawled across my big brother's grave. Shaking and drunk with sleep. I crawled to my feet and walked up into the shade. Of a young elm tree that must have been planted since the last we came.
Waste the endless days. pondering on how to get away. you're a mask, nothing real. just a piece in a spinning wheel. . when you're almost there. it steals your thoughts.
[A poem by P.B. Shelley (1792-1822)]. . Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years,. Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe. Are brackish with the salt of human tears!.
Darkness devours me again. the whirling, black depth of abyssmal night. And he stands before me like a dreadful prophet. like some ancient Mysteriarch.
Every day is a repetitive grey. No sharp edges, no color, no shape. Every day is just a short-term solution. An endless confusion, a longing for escape.
A bittersweet taste of that Forbidden Fruit. Entice of Evil -a Serpent in every bosom. . We lay naked in the wind, in shame & fear. exiled into a solitary night, rent from Eternity.
We are stuck, no new directions. creators drained of ideas. in the age of constant replacements. when everything's already made. . we expand, every inch must be covered.
I remember this world being so young. and the land dressed in silvery gown. The Seven Moons, like proud giants. were glittering on scented empyrean. With light came darkness, shivering shades.
The bitter reminder of all that is gone. a rapid reflection, a suffering heart. somewhere but not here, anywhere. state of denial continue leading me wrong.
Terrible spires & monoliths. under unvanquished skies. A vast ivory-black tower. in Night's hellish-black mire. . A brooding dark power. a spreading black world.
This is the mask I wear. a silent surface just to hide my fear. a violence stirring within. control is caving in. dark thoughts gathering. . Black fog embraces me.
Beyond the heaven's warm and velvet mist. wouneded by the thorns of existence. I'm waiting my last sunset. in my winterforst palace. . I'll dream of you.
I am apart from my equals. because I know of what's to come. the future holds no sequel and no new dawn. as the light from the halo flows. . betrayal, deceit.
A serpent slumbers in the garden of innocence. hidden from cherubs' glowing eyes. Father of lust, sentinel of knowledge. who saw the angels learning to fly.
The more I observe, the more I want to close my eyes. And ignore the entire world. Ignore the fact that I'm a part of this herd. A part of me wants to.
In the howling silence. a blind angel descended into Earth. he put his fingers on your mouth and eyes,. and stole your last breath. The empty face of the full-moon.
Dim light, curtains closed. A silence fills my head. Eyes shut, a glimpse of hope. As the needle twists my vein. . Pitch black, soulless shell. Pure sorrow swept in sin.