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A Serpentine Crave

(In) the midst of a pit where deaths-heart, beat At the far most point Where several world meet In the mist, erupts passion Where motion sets remorse Energy flows in a shapeless course And sorrow-forged in fire The seeds of storm Burst and grow to become a sw...

Diaries Of Primeval Tragedies

Angry are the clouds which anesthetize Former besetting episodes of assertive pain An overwhelming blend of harmonious mirth & awe Proclaims with much pride-dawn's out bursting rage Cometh ye all astounded faces I plea to thee-hear me now or nevermore Poo...

Dreaming... Dementia

In the midst of a trip where mind& heart meet At its darkest form Where several world beat In mist, erupts passion Where past motions set remorse Energy flows in a shapeless course And sorrow forged in fire There a diamond burning, truth appears, flaming...

Eyes Gaze To A Future Foreseen

Eyes gaze as the future unfolds To horizons, no foot set at their dawn Whence came this fear of dying that stole all our strength? When elders speak of broken trees They planet the seeds for forthcoming wind The forces and rhythms of war Flesh dying, a separ...

Lure My Spelled Emotions

"As the streaks of fog & dust fade A sight of grey ashes & soft limbs cut The cold steel weapon, bleeding the emotion Is the weight of pain on an old heart" Sour blood streams freshly from my caged soul The strange apathy of the sky-shameless to weep...

Self Loathing Orchestration

The turmoil, the tempest and the burns The inner lament, nothing magnificent! Screens on the outside... The promise, the hope and the scars The inner voice, mute, screams way out of sight Turn over stone after stone, to reveal a scorpion The turmoil, the temp...

Spiritual Soul Sunset

What shall be my tower of light, in an endless night? What remedy shall appease my blight? (And) who shall come to my aid, and who shall stay to fight? For the fight that lies on sight Is won within, within the heart... No legions, no masses Nor mob, or a kni...

Stride The Corridors Of One's Mind

A story about a story told before... Questions to answer and no answers to a question asked before What advantage does a man have as he labors all his life under the sun ? As the wind lashes and time evades Forth comes the wind circles and goes forth back aga...

The Somber Grounds of Truth

The hours filled with a glowing light Now seem a distant sight As i wallow in the somber grounds of truth The eyes are cloaked by the void within A rough terrain reveals And a mere glance is enough The air itself contaminated with sadness Sharp shapes and thre...

The Surreal Touch Between Steel & Flesh

Gowns of fiendish beauty-decaying, curved sharp nails Prince of evil's hags-hovering on thin air Circle the ancient-caulderon of summoning Mumbling the infinite dark hex "Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right Asmodeus & Zabulon" Into our l...

To Begin The Quest Towards The Noble Dark Cause

Crushing the symbol of the bastard The legions of the unholy horde Creating this pagan feeling For us the sun is thy moon We will cross the sea Destroying his cursed spree We'll create a new humanity Our demonic, five cornered star Is high raised for our int...

Unveil The Curtain Of Sanity

And if plunge into the past, you will surely see What horrifying death awaits for thee Thousands of tales and speak of pain Uncounted screams, and tortured limbs Engulfed by the fire or frozen yet living Hungry, diseased, or murdered in your linen! Now think h...

Velvet Demise

Cold, frost beaten heart A chasm of chills Stone-mind Bleeds futile Dreams Steel-eyes Dull all these years Stagnation A wrecked man-child collapses into himself Just to emerge to a miserable conscious back again Stagnation... And the songs of reason subside...

Wading Through Sensuous Journeys

Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness "Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires, "Have you created what...

When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride

Muster scarce trails to pursue the final tales I might appeal once quizzed, tested & feeled Oh, these cuts-cut-open and observed Though barely alive-cautiously preserved Molested are my cries Dispersed like transparent rime Yet strangely I see trees Which...