Wasteland Of Souls

There was a time when Death roamed free,

And all the angels bowed their heads in shame,

The weeping pictures of the fallen cracked,

Inside deserted houses of prayer…

The time for gods to rule and blame;

They said that it would be forgotten,

They swore never to let go,

The dreams of the fallen,

The tears they cry…

There is a god;

Not known to you,

And I,

Feel his breath around my head,

Or deep inside,

My soul,

I know not the difference…

[Between Him and Me]

And none should know,

No longer,

Through deadly hollow whispers,

Promises turn to lies,

They bare the story

Of what was,

And is no more….

Spiritus Mundi

One step forward,

Toward the fall,

A feeling less to burden my soul,

The name of the fallen…

Written above my door…

Summon the demons,

To carry them all,

Away, far away,

From the ashes…

…what one may call a soul…

The filthy remains empower all worms,

To gather round,

Feast upon forgotten names,

Of a still living god…

About to die aren’t you all?

April Dark

One crow, sorrow. Two crows, joy. Three crows, a letter! Four crows, a boy...Five crows, silver. Six crows, gold! Seven crows, a secret never to be told...

Counting Crows

I saw you last night

Gasping for air…

Was it that you were dying?

Hung with your own hair…

The tree was right behind you

Carved upon it a name,

Forgotten tale of lore,

Useless premonitions,

Useless are not you all?

I felt your cold hand in the middle of the night

Your touch I could not bear,

Your shadow moved as the moon,

Drown behind you in despair…

Seek not my voice in your dream

Seek not to feel me, not at all,

Seek not to gaze into abyss,

Seek not my face before your fall…

Solitary Prayer

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Edgar Allan Poe - The Raven

Whispers crawling, whispers calling,

Too dead before you’re born,

Too damned before, your heart is thorn

Between all wrongs and rights…

So draw your lines,

Hide between your thoughts,

Otherworldly images of pain,

The line is always mine to cross…

Scream your thoughts before the sky,

Inside your mind, forsaken lullaby,

The lullaby of Death made flesh,

Lick the sweat between its thighs…

Devour sweetly my last breath,

With each and every thought astray,

With each and every kiss of clay,

Deliver Me into my grave…

[Chronicles Of The Fallen] The Sea

"And the second angel poured out the vial upon the sea; And it became as the blood of a dead man; And every living soul died in the sea."

The Book of Lies

A sea of memories,

To suffer in,

To drown your dreams,

Caressed by the waves…

Listen to the sea,

Drown in forbidden memories,

Washed away on the sands of time, that are,

And will ever be, the stones thrown and crushed,

Against those angels of mine…

There is no greater pleasure

Than weep a sea to drown you in,

Than bleed a river of venom,

To caress the lost souls of the dead...

The damned shall feast,

Upon forsaken dreams,

And angels shall never cease

To devour our ever rotting corpses…

The sea, eternal reminder of what might have been…