Dec 24, 2012

Lost in Sin

Bleed for a moment of joy
Repent for a second of sin,
I know you well, soul made of flesh
This is how your torment was to begin

Taste of flesh, taste of sin,
Your flavor well i know before i begin
The moment ends before you sleep,
The nightmare just a doorway

To what you feel...

Despair, so close and yet is far away
The moment ends when angels shall repent,
The bleeding minute just a blink away...
Thus all my questions shall begin...

Repent, receive, redeem...
Words unspoken yet
Still so true...
There is no heaven
       ...Yet all tourment shall begin

Sep 27, 2012

New Ways/Old Ways

the rest is over
season of the fall
begun anew
poison for one's soul

abandoned by mercy
in our sweetest dreams
blinded by conscience
sickening visions of yesterday

fear the day when all is done,
the night is raped anew
my mind is struggling
to comprehend the new dimension of

of love,
of fear,
of despair...

Jun 30, 2012

Pagan Promise

That which is born of flesh,
Flesh shall consume...
An appetite that worlds could devour
And with a lust beyond all reason...

The season of raining fire...
Consume it all with a simple breath,
Suck the venom from the snake,
Lips of fire, touch of death.

Tortured spirit, tortured flesh,
Pay the price and win the ride,
Oh, fair lady beware your fate,
The serpent will slide his way;
between your tighs...

Suffer unto his pleasures,
The road to hell is poison,
Dripping from his tongue,
Filling you bit by bit,
accursed reminder of paradise...

May 29, 2012

Erect Delusion

Falling deeper into dementia
There is but only one cure
My long forgotten bullet
Awaits patiently on a shelf

To be brought back to light

Sickness, thy name is joy,
But only for a moment,
When the happy face
Is but a mask

For the weeping boy

Broken dreams lie
Beyond the curtain,
The ritual of reversal,
Avert your eyes…

The cycle goes on…

Seemingly undisturbed,
The gate to hell,
Never abandoned,
Opened wide,

New souls to devour…

Feb 27, 2012

Altar of Flesh

Cast a shadow, if you please,
Tourment's over, all things ease,
The ache of loss, the pain of faith,
Embrace the dead one,

The one that all shall end...

Cast a nightmare, to all things ease,
A river of blood to wash disease,
The fear of death, pain of the fallen,
Flay the dying gods,

To allow new peaceful reign...

Inflict horror, in order yourself to please,
Allow the living hell to witness your disease,
Enjoy your demons, they'll treat you well,
No living witness,

Into your fortress of solitude...

Summon your fears, from deep within,
Allow them reign over your flesh and soul,
Scream with pleasure, cry for help,
If up is down and right is left,

Always the same, always the one to blame...

Jan 21, 2012

[Chronicles of the Fallen] - A Matter of Choice

Remember this, remember well,
Heaven is the place from which the demons fell,
Exiled to constant ordeal,
Remember this, remember well,
Frome heaven comes all hell...

Imagine this, imagine well,
The punishment for wishing knowledge,
Is the constant living hell...
Answer this and answer well:

If hell's for angels what's left for humans?

Consider this, consider well,
What is ignorance for the human mind,
If not the highest form of blessing?
I beg you choose and choose this well:

Would you rather rest in heaven,
Or forever burn in hell??

Jan 18, 2012

Hell's Gate

A whisper of the dead,
Here on the edge of life,
Gazing into abyss,
Immortality is just a step away...

A leap of faith for the fallen,
Benevolent smile from an absent deity,
Desgusted from what you leave behind,
The only way to go is forward...

Forward turns to down,
The pat on the back - a brutal push away,
The deads of life - the deeds of death,
Confess nothing if you wish to live!

No single act remains unseen,
Whisper prayer for the dead,
As you cross over the edge of the abyss,
Immortality is to be just a step behind...

Jan 14, 2012

Edge of Sanity

In the corner of your eye,
Flashes of another time,
Each moment, a reason to fear
The reaper, waiting,

Behind closed eyes...

The boy looked up,
He saw the moon
By the days to come,

Pain was all too real...

To bleed once more,
To feel alive,
To kill all hope
In a blink of an eye,
A tear of blood shall flow

Happy little puppet,
Just worship your strings,
Kiss them until you bleed,
Before you hang yourself
To obscure your mark of shame...

And when the deed is done,
They all would wonder
How could and why would he,
The answer, always, eluding them all
Hiding in plain sight...