Stalking in the shadows,
The darkness is moving,
Slowly,
My soul to the other side.
There where nights of living fire
When time would stop,
Perhaps just for a smile,
But beauty lasts just for a while.
Before you know,
The smile is gone
The body rots away
The stars are cast in darkness…
Prey, be patient, your time
Is sure to come
Deliverance by blood…
Beware the deadly bite!
Paint me a picture...
May it reflect a beauty beyond all reason,
Give it a face that would thrill,
And the eyes that can kill...
The body of a goddess, shaped thus to inspire sin,
The voice of an angel, such a shame that pictures cannot speak…
The smile that would comfort the devil,
And the touch that could corrupt the saints, and deliver them to hell…
All of these and even more,
All are made to hide the rotting core…
Unspeakable beauty given to hide,
The absence of a perfect soul…
The picture shall not lie,
The picture would not speak,
The picture is always there,
Hanging and smiling on the same wall.
Unlike beauty, the picture cannot wither and fade
Priceless reminder of another time, another place
The picture contains nothing but the face,
A moment frozen in time, as if a moment could last forever
Abandoned in one’s own mortality,
We turn our eyes towards the past,
Back to the age when all had purpose,
Before the time when beauty lost it’s meaning…
Wake up! Sometimes our dreams are nothing but nightmares… The picture is your mirror.
Perfect boy… perfect toy
Is it wrong to be perfect,
As long as your inner core
Is nothing but twisted?
Wish not for an absolute,
One word label,
Such a heavy burden
Pay not the price for ignorance!
I write and pray, that you,
The one that reads,
Can see beyond the shroud,
That covered your eyes…
Just like a cloud.
The devil hopes tonight
That humanity commits no sin
His mistakes, thus, shall be forgiven,
His eternal banishment, forgotten…
But mankind disappoints,
Night after night and day after day,
The truth that is, the truth that was,
Human kind is born just to betray…
I dare ask you again the same question:
Isn’t it wrong after all,
To strive for a perfect shell,
Forgetting to nourish one’s own soul?
Each living thing builds it’s own hell… taste the irony… enjoy!
Bury my soul in your sin,
Sweet delusion born within,
Nothingness is what spawned you,
In nothingness you drown me...
The mistakes of the past
Return to haunt us,
Harm us, torture us,
To become what we once where...
Impossible dream,
Lay before us the path
To the supreme destiny,
Perfect purpose without meaning...
Touch our clouded minds,
Comfort our tormented spirits,
Abolish the pain of yesterday,
So that tomorrow can bring the new one…
Serpent, crawl beneath my skin,
A serpent lies inside your womb,
The serpent leads, the woman follows,
The serpent spits, the woman…
Follows
Lay your mind at rest
Your soul, soiled by the serpent
The serpent am I,
The serpent is blind...
Serpentine, thine skin runs cold…
Through the ashes,
The future unfolds,
Darker days lay at my feet…
The master bleeds for the slave,
Twisted reality of a dying god,
The snakes shaped the world
By their image, cold, unfathomed…
Mortal wounds and mortal dreams
All they are trapped between the screams
Shadows roaming,
Senses burning
Nightmares moving
All between these walls of hell,
There’s no denial,
A girl was crying,
A shadow passed right through my core,
Demons smiling,
And all the spells where in my head,
Dark was hell,
But I was darker,
As I bound it in my spell,
All the dying gods where kneeling,
Before I made them become nothing…
Colors are bleeding, the worlds are shaking
Screaming, crawling, begging,
That won’t get you nothing
Smile before damnation,
Laugh like never before
Sincere warning: there’s no salvation
And your life will go astray
All regretting just one moment
Madness is a step away
You know the edge, and you adore it,
Let your soul go,
Your body will soon follow…
The immortal’s thoughts displaced our bounded view, … All things now bore a deeper heavenlier sense; A clear harmony marked their truth’s outline, Reset the balance and measures of the world. Each shape showed its occult design, unveiled God’s meaning in it for which it was made And the vivid splendor of his artist thought. – Sri Aurobindo, Savitri Book VII, Canto V
There is order in chaos,
After all
The nightmares end,
Before the dawn
The angels smile,
Before the fall
All demons are defeated
Before they rise,
You lose your mind,
Before you’re born,
You cannot understand,
Before you live
You are peaceful,
Before you die,
For the final time,
Breathe,
Open your eyes,
Leave them open,
Forever,
Grasp the final ray of light,
Before the darkness,
See my face,
Scream my name,
I will show you the way…
There is order in chaos,
After all
The nightmares end,
Before the dawn
The angels smile,
Before the fall
All demons are defeated
Before they rise,
You lose your mind,
Before you’re born,
You cannot understand,
Before you live
You are peaceful,
Before you die,
For the final time,
Breathe,
Open your eyes,
Leave them open,
Forever,
Grasp the final ray of light,
Before the darkness,
See my face,
Scream my name,
I will show you the way…
There is order in chaos,
The nightmares end,
The angels smile,
All demons are defeated
You lose your mind,
You cannot understand,
You are peaceful,
For the final time,
Open your eyes,
Leave them open,
Grasp the final ray of light,
See my face,
I will show you the way…
Before the dawn,
Before the fall,
Before they rise,
Before you’re born,
Before you live,
Before you die,
Breathe,
Open your eyes,
Forever,
Before the darkness,
Scream my name,
I will show you the way
The darkest eyes
Not darker than my own,
Gateways to abyss
That stared at me,
Made twisted promises of bliss
Beauty was just a lie,
Dead white skin,
Stretched over darkness,
The touch of it…
Made an angel fall from heaven
The lips that whispered,
Sealed into nothingness
Cold promises of forever,
The nectar that flown from them,
Made the venom seem so much more bitter
A body filled with all that lust,
One kiss could summon demons,
Legions where at my command
But not of hell, the hungry touch
Made the demons rise from deep within
Purity thus hanged,
On a silver plate,
Delivered unto sinners,
The taste of it…
Made my very essence shiver
The eyes that stare,
The skin that yearns,
The lips that speak,
The hands that touch
The body that hungers,
The soul that fears,
They are all just lies,
That madness delivers…
At last my final desecration is complete…
The demons inside are relentless, anticipating the pain they are about to inflict, for a second they stood still and there was peace. Hallowed pictures lie now covered by the dust and all the ashes of hell, putrid words roll out from my mouth and yet their taste seems sweet, and all that was sacred once makes me lust for blessed decadence.
My world is perfectly deformed, and in the midst of it all, there is no right or wrong, no up or down, no light and no darkness.
There is but pleasure…
