the fall of lightmalice and fear breeding grounds for servitude the will of the cornered forgotten sentiments of wrath unfurled dark and loathing of it's doom the primal burden unleashes he stands and remembers things unbidden come againthe fall of light
seething in un-calculated menace railing at the light he trembles striking out at the source irrevocable dementia settles in assuaging the torment he's felt so long in haste to the darkness he falls wallowing in its wholesomeness forever more
dream landstranded in my own dreams splattering hopes on the broken seams always a poison to darken my way sullied by night, abused by day a grievance unheard upon my lips burdening my heart that so easily rips can anyone hear my plea? have they found a cure for my sanity? i doubt it all, i delve into the deep trying to slough off the skin that so creeps good bye cruel world i must now wake for the wave of dawn is about to break if you find me here again in the eve please try not to tear the heart off my sleevedream land
good byewhen do you find the time to say goodbye after they're dead and gone? what do you say to the ones who cry when there just isn't nothing to say? fuck it he's gone sorry for our lossgood bye
becomingharried again by these thoughts of perfecting my plague bathing in the light of demons deep inside my rind it flows tearing me so fully i cannot breathe secular bombardments from every angle frighten and delude my senses thirteen steps to become whole and free of this fleshly derangement one...become horror two...become hatred three...become terror four....desecrate the flesh five...open the mind to madness six...flow into the darkness seven...soil the blood of the lamb eight...treasure the pain nine... is one you must learn ten...takebecoming
tocha humana
Manacle whispersIn the dark room we shadow our sorrows Praying lies to the verted symbols And stepping down from these pedestalsManacle whispers
That we hold so dear, That keep us from drowning in faith. An eye for an eye For no two eyes can have the same sight. Distorting perception And folding absolutism. Each clasps his own hand tightly. Each man separate from the manacle whispers; Hold their own in flexible belief And logical outstanding; Although responsible for his devil-less sins, Is a free man
No dream for itselfhide and seekNo dream for itself
your imperfections believe in dreams
of haunted houses
we’re all mad here
waiting for (two)yesterdays a moment in time
(two)late to be gentle
the reiteration away/now merciless I’ve come to believe a vendetta red in disillusionment flutter, fallen leaves just another
fairytale
falling behind breathe no more
within temptation
eternal
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