She closed her dreams into her teardrops. from reality's sharp-clawed demons. She hid her face of tearful eyes. from the scan of this grotesque world.
whore of lust. sacred child mistress of sin. arouse your ambitions. for tonite your real life begins. . enticed by nocturnal skies. the moon calls you out this eve.
welcome to our gathering. once you enter you're eternal. come to the tombstone acre. your soul shall be his. we love you but tonite you die. you have been chosen.
Now as the Night takes form upon the face of sun. and new shadows appear upon the lone, phantasmagoric sky. a world, hidden and arcane, arise. from cryptical depths, hinderless and stark.
born from fire. angel of darkness arises. creation of desire. heart of blackness sears. . opposes holy father. daughter of satan. temptress of thee. come and take me.
Eyes wide open in here. Sensing there's something wrong with me. and with the room they've put me into. I try to fall asleep when there's no really need to breathe.
I call you for a midnight ride under the moonlit sky. Dont't afraid mortal man sister moon is our guide. Dance under ancient oaks bath in silver lakes.
"I speak words of hatred". . designed my masters revenge. assigned to gods creation. affix the evil blessing. crucifix avoids your salvation. assertion of intense pain.
A cold wind sweeps across the land. it reminds me that it's time. the last sunset seems ages ago. and the light should have long ago arrived. . On this dreadful day.
Under the winter sky, as Earth relapses into sleep. the veil of despair falls like a tired vernal leaf. As darkness conquers the moon, all the dreams slip away.
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.
What luminous galaxies have been thy prey. O, all-consuming, restrainless Space?. What gyres of planets sunk in thy voidness absolute. O, indivisible infinity?.
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.