The Key

"My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. 

In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others."

Bret Easton Ellis: American Psycho

Silence

The music is screaming loud today,

To cover the dissonant melody inside my head,

I guess this is what happens when the world is muted,

Your own fractured thoughts gain precedence.

Insanity

My eyes must be playing tricks on me

There was blood on the walls and blood on the floor,

I could taste the iron in my mouth,

But when I willed myself back to reality it was all gone

Loneliness

Alone in a crowd, is one of the loneliest places,

Surrounded by people that stopped living,

Entombed in your own fears, a race against time,

However you look at it, you lose

Death

I am the razor at the throat of the world,

Cold silver pressing against the warm vein, 

There is no greater power and no greater fear,

If I let go, I’ll cut and take the world in Death with me...

Thoughts Overwhelming

 

NO MORE! I CAN'T! I WON'T! NO MORE!

He screamed towards Heaven, he mumbled against Hell

His broken heart allowed for nothing else,

The images tormenting him one at a time,

Painful reminders of what could have been,

Sweet memories of paradise lost.

He would have wanted to be flayed alive,

Perhaps the pain would have been more bearable.

He would have wanted to be set on fire,

Perhaps at last he wouldn't feel so cold.

He would have wanted to be drowned,

Perhaps his tears wouldn't feel as bitter.

This was not a time for self reflection,

For the mirror he held was crude, distorted,

That which was shown was wrong,

The memories eating at him from the inside,

Slowly feasting like maggots upon a putrid soul,

A soul with nothing but sorrow left to give.

The worms kept on devouring the last revenants of his soul,

Eating and eating and crawling and soiling the last piece of purity,

The sorrow kept on growing, well fed by this unholy scene,

This rotting carcass of a body held tight by the snakes that grew inside,

Erupting one by one to add to this torment, as if anything could be more painful,

Than the memory of love lost...

Creature of the Dark

"Prey, be shameful,

Pray to sin,

Prey be fallen

Pray to me…"

Pr[a/e]y

Thus the witching hour begins,
Beware the man that smiles in the dead of night,
He looks like a man, walks like a man,
Talks like a man, hungers as a wolf.

His smile might fool you, for in the dark...
A grin is mistook for a smile,
A howl for a whisper,
And tearing of the flesh for a caress.


You see, the dark is our friend,
The shadows pretending to be human,
Gentle with the wolves,
And all the beasts that hunt at night.


Such are our ways,
These are our pleasures,
Unspeakable our yearning
For in the dark we thrive.

Ramblings

What a beautiful day, what a life to have... Living on the edge, but who does manage to see just what it means? The edge of life itself, edge of sanity, edge of reason, edge of nothingness and despair.

Another day gone without sense or reason, a day that passed and no one will remember it. It's funny, if you ask me, it's just a day closer to death. A death that bides its time, slowly crawling towards me allowing me the pleasure and despair of studying it in each and every detail.

Oh, how I loathe the moment you will reach your destination, my accursed lover... Meanwhile I watch you come near, while I remain this perfect vessel of nothingness. 

Voice of the Serpent

“In the garden, met my old friend

He's the one with many names

You have always been like a brother

Good to have you back again”

Me and that man – Cross my heart and hope to die

Went down in the wild garden today,

The angels are still there,

Hiding throughout the old trees

Listening to the song of the serpent…

Who would have guessed?

Who would have known?

That the songs of the serpent

Are buried deep within us all?

Such words he sings,

Such warmth in his voice

Such sorrow and loss,

Such is the way of the serpent…

Who would have known that the sun,

Would shine through the trees,

And that its warmth would make me feel alive,

Sweeten the venom of the serpent

Flowing through my veins?

Igniting my one flame and lust,

My passion and contempt,

That worlds could devour?

Accursed Lover

"Ah, the eternal refrain of humanity. Pleading ignorance, begging for mercy. "Please, help me. I don't understand." This is the life you chose, Joseph. All the people you hurt, all the appetites you indulged. You have destroyed your own innocence, allowed your flesh to consume your spirit. You are your own king, and this is the Hell you have created for yourself.”

Hellraiser V: Inferno

The sun has set; the sun has died

My eyes are blindly looking for a light

The world I live in, became darker

My hope is lost, along with the light

Chained within the darkness,

In a world this dark and cold,

My only salvation in the hands of another,

That I’ve forsaken so long ago…

Alone I break my soul against the walls that I’ve built,

Waiting for a day… my bones won’t break, my skin won’t bleed

But how could a day still come when my sun is dead and gone?

The irony does not escape me: the architect of this hell I am…

Here, at the edge of everything, I gaze into the abyss,

The abyss avoids looking back at me; it cannot stand what it will see

The perfect vessel of despair, and the supreme container of

That which might kill a man, a saint an angel and a god

The ever-devouring mix of love, hate, rage and despair

An ocean of each, I would say

That only a drop is enough to destroy a world

I curse, I hate, I love therefore I remain…

               Your accursed lover

Dead Awake

The moment when your body grows colder

Awaiting...

The last warm breath,

You feel the darkness shrouding you in,

Perverted mistress...

You wait for that moment,

Alone...

To let go of all you've learned

Wrapped in the arms of your deadly lover

Awake in death

Eons to pass, infernal succession

Still entombed

The candles extinguished

The world of man, forgotten

You cannot move

Through ancient new born woods,

You've heard it all

The dying screams of the dying world,

Your lover squeezed you tight, and then...

You smiled