LiesThe taste of rotten lies disgusts me, Even though with time I started to like it.
The knifeADropOf myBlood Falls To theGround.BreaksThe soilNever toBe found.A singleDrop notMore norLess,yet Still inTime andNo regret.OpenWideThe Heart.
TruthAnd I stay still as it all unravels before me,Just for once the whole truth shall I see.
Remember.I shed tears mixed with blood and born from painOver your casket as I stay immortal under the rain.
InnocenceThe crowd gathered around just to see,A blood covered boy with intentions of brutality.
Reason long gone.Bleed now my little innocent child,Suffer from the innocence of the wild,Loose track of time and engulf in the fire,Fail in your quest to find the ultimate desire.Choose the path of creation or abomination,Make it quick, time runs low and you are so slow,Slit the wrists of the flow and bring forth the sorrow,Break the bones of the winged damnation for restoration.Fall down from the throne of lies and terror,Rip your flesh from the speed, trial and error,Shred the mind and liberate it from everything,Devour their emotions and just start to sing.Cherish sanity's death as the weep,Expel the weakness forming the black deep.
Of monsters and romanceI'm hollow deep withinYour heart and mind are filled with sinWhy are you still here?To rid you from the pain and bring forth the fear.Those words echoed through the night,As I have frozen and ultimately cried,The blood was on my hands, frozen still,His face covered in blood, his eyes could kill.Your thoughts are cold as my knife,You stay frozen and think how to strife, I am the reaper of sanity and blood,My pleasure to meet you, insanity's a flood.Why do you stay still? I won't bite,It was you who called me for this fight.It was you who were seeking a blade,You came from the nothing, as a shade.I saw you in my dreams, are
My FriendMy friend, you need me now -Please let me take you by the hand.I will stand by you in your hour of need.And take time to understand~Take my hand, dear friend,And let me lead you from this placeI will chase away your fear and doubtWipe the tears from off your face~Friend, pleaseYou don’t have to stand alone.If you need a hand to hold,To keep away the cold.
They broke my wingsThey broke my wings and chained me to the ground,Locked me in complete darkness, there was no sound.I became the waste of human kind itself for once,I gave up my freedom just to have a single chance,To feel human, to know them better, to choose whatTo do and not to follow orders given by a rat.
WingsI have a pair of wings just to fly high enough and throw you back to the ground.
TiredI'm tiredof being tossedback and forthby you.You held me highthen dropped me downand tell me that Idon't have anyone to answer to,then you scream, 'cause I'm not listening.And I know that it's becauseyou're unsatisfied with me,but I think I heard you say beforethat I don't have to belike youand I think I knew beforethat I don't need your approval.Even though I know the way out,I don't have the means,left to live out nightmarish dreams'cause I'm stuck in this cagewaiting for release of ageuntil all hope I had for lifebecomes a wistful memory.
Every Single FootstepIt wasn't rightI knowthe release I feltas I watched you gobut I needed to seeevery singlefootstepof yoursaway from mefor all that I went throughthe final thing I had to dowas let go of youso I let my silhouette peek outfrom the second story windowsilent shadows hung from the treeas I saw you leave.
Homicidal violence brought by memoriesI changed, can you see that? I changed as you wished! AM I NOW FUCKIN' WORTHY OF YOUR EYES? DO I SHINE ENOUGH TO BE IN YOUR PRESENCE? You may shine, with all your light and with all your brilliance but know that my knife shines too! I could arrange you a date if you wanted, but I doubt you would like to abandon your life full of lies and joyful madness. Your thoughts make me sick, your happiness is so exaggerated it forced you to a madness brought by the excess of joy and good things. You forgot the weight of your actions, the weight of time, the weight of my words. I, though, still have not forgotten neither one thing. I do not hide any type
Little sad storyI am abandoning the mysticism, the hidden secrets between the lines and all the poetic influences for this sad story. A friend and I, whom I call a brother, have a very particular place where we use to meet. It's an old cross built during WWII, it's on a hill and also quite isolated from everything. We discovered it by loosing ourselves while trying to take a shortcut. It's a simple iron cross not higher than six meters and is placed upon a stone base that is someyhing like a meter, metet and a half. That "friend" and I go way back. We found each other on the street when he first helped me in a street fight. Some guys were harassing my girlfr
emotions are the last thing on your mindtechnicolor promises were handed out inlsd-laced lollipopsthough it was never the drug that excited me it was the sleazy dealer with his ‘come-hither’ eyesand reeking sex-danger-stay-back colognehis scent performing a flamenco through my blood networkhe held my trembling hand while my world inverted its rotationbut left while my eyes turned from gold to blackened crimson
The book of ManEvery hour offers more bloodlettingWith the descending sun in the East settingThe next day's dawn more violence begetting;The vicious cycle repeatingAs Man's anger is ever-seething.One by one another soul is bornWhilst another is left forlorn,Raised to dieBorn with wings to one day fly;Doomed to condemnationWith no revelation.Such pride they exertAs their fellow Man they desert,Wealth, power and other mundane desiresSoon giving rise to revolutions and burning fires.Man shant for long remain oppressed and chainedBut their desire for freedom is but feigned,For they gladly desecrate their fellow kinBut it would seem that it
Psychotic ramblingsI, in the eternal void rest,Am the unwanted thirteenth guest,Insane, deranged and psychotic,There are people who even call me sick.Isn't it joyful and greedy to demandA sacrifice of strangulation at the reach of the hand?Cure the poisoned in a prison built of mental sand.Murder is the solution brought by the resolution.Is this the final, one and only conclusion? Better think again, there will be no retribution.Death is not the liberation, just the beginning.Is there eternal peace? The solution is sinning.Unacceptable lies become the truth, the chaos keeps spinning.
False eternityDisillusioned youth was less common in those days, I assure you, the people even more set in their ways,murderous and unforgiving, yet unaware of the lie they were livingconvinced that faith is stone, they cut faces into gods, they thoughtignorant of the fact that being made rendered useless the very gods they wrought.Shiny carvings into stone, faces, figures, blessed unknown,Murders, slaughters, sacrifices of the weak, preaching sins and what they seek.Forgiveness is not for all, all who do not have will now fall!Greed consumes the mortal mind, rage is all that's left behind!Amidst it all I rose and found the sun, disowned him for
Holy as sin.Stand still, the trial now begins!Enjoy the monsters' laughter, divine,Accusing the weak, those who shine,Pledging mercy, blood filled sins.Their eyes are filled with lust, A gluttony satisfied only by blood,Your lungs start filling with dust,Your pure heart wept from the flood.In the palace of Broken Vows,Your soul is nothing, your actions false!Accused for murder, rape and necrophilia,But you weren't there, you're in the militia.The virgin whore led by the holy guard,You protected their sins and now you rot.Called to arms, you unsheathe your sword,What will you do now? What have you got?To kill for your pureness, patheti
Forgiveness.Forgive the sinful, forgive my mind,Forgive the one that's hidden behind.Forgive the weak and forgive the strong,Forgive them all for they're not wrong.And I come forth for thee A sacrifice of strangulation you shall see.
Paradox of inequity.I gave my blood to be part from something, I found myself being the shadow of nothing.
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