"An Angel's Song" Let me tell you what the angels sing In there biblical tongue, Some souls fly high in triumth, bliss and life But there are those that don't A shallow day, a hollow night Sicked mortals in sadened flight They never had the sheltered life Never reached there dreams Only the horror The nightmare of never ever seeing What they wished they could be So they flutter They fall Into the inky darkness Into the deep abyss There soul trades feather for fin And wing for wish As they lurk within the murky waters These souls Transform Manifest They take the shape of there fears And long only for the sky The clouds so far away now The sky they fell away from The sky they left behind They can only swim now In the rivers of self decay They can only go deeper now They can only sink now No going higher No going back They can only go down now. All Within the Angel's song "Grave"I was laid to rest Although eternal unrest My blocks built around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins I've been here beneath the trees All that see me are the fallen leaves I pre-date all around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me. Genocide's Tide Suddenly From the tides of my mind, Washes a memory ashore. I stand over it, Her; Gazing, forgotten until now, Resurrected by the bubbling waters, She stands in full form. Her beauty, As cold as the waters in which She came, Her eyes, Black as the everlasting grave in which She came The grave I made for Her, When I drowned Her Left Her to sink under the icy murk For She was Genocide, Whom had conquered; Sank many desperate souls, Into Her own sea, And out of Her memory She hurt all She touched I could not tame Her, Nor save myself from being Her next victim So I allowed the mountains rivers to wash Her away To the endless sea, Before She could claim me To let Her taste Her own game She is gone now, No longer Genocide But for every time She rises from the sea Arises in my mind She brings with Her all the pain She's afflicted onto others, And stings me as we stand on the sands Her sting of vengeance Is my own guilt Biting like a Man of War She is gone now, No longer Genocide, But for every time She rises from the sea Arises in my mind She suddenly bares a new name Suddenly My pain is gone I breathe Her name Suicide. "Avoid" What have I done to you anyway? I've gone the mile I've taken the scars I've watched you win the game With my support from the shadows But I'm the freak in the shadows The shadows Not of importance Agian only the cold Cold of heartless humans Of thoughtless bastards And you wonder why i like the shadows? I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. All is fine All is fine All is the same Its never the same Never what you think it is Are you my firends Or am I only toleratered? When your lies have run dry And your face can be seen I thought you were my friend I thought i could count on you But you too, hide You too, turn your back You too Avoided. I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
Let me tell you what the angels sing In there biblical tongue, Some souls fly high in triumth, bliss and life But there are those that don't A shallow day, a hollow night Sicked mortals in sadened flight They never had the sheltered life Never reached there dreams Only the horror The nightmare of never ever seeing What they wished they could be So they flutter They fall Into the inky darkness Into the deep abyss There soul trades feather for fin And wing for wish As they lurk within the murky waters These souls Transform Manifest They take the shape of there fears And long only for the sky The clouds so far away now The sky they fell away from The sky they left behind They can only swim now In the rivers of self decay They can only go deeper now They can only sink now No going higher No going back They can only go down now. All Within the Angel's song "Grave"I was laid to rest Although eternal unrest My blocks built around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins I've been here beneath the trees All that see me are the fallen leaves I pre-date all around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
All Within the Angel's song "Grave"I was laid to rest Although eternal unrest My blocks built around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins I've been here beneath the trees All that see me are the fallen leaves I pre-date all around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
"Grave"I was laid to rest Although eternal unrest My blocks built around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins I've been here beneath the trees All that see me are the fallen leaves I pre-date all around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
I was laid to rest Although eternal unrest My blocks built around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins
I've been here beneath the trees All that see me are the fallen leaves I pre-date all around me No more will I be seen I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
Seasons pass by and by All I can do is lay No one will ever see me This is all just fine to me I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
I lay in a cold dark place My carved blocks sit above my face I have no name therefor no shame Grass grows up as my new veins "Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
"Masterpiece" You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
You look at the shards of glass And the tiny stones, All laid out before you, None of them overlapping Some are bright brillant colors, Attactive shapes and forms. Others are not. Some pieces are putrid colors Awkward in shape and size Some shades are too horrid, To be placed next to such vibrant ones. So you pick out the vulgar stones; The sharp jagged shards You discard them, now pleased. You step away form your work And realize what you've done. They all had a purpose. A specific place, For all the pieces formed A marvelous masterpiece A large mosaic So grand your heart jumps Gazing upon it. It was a portait of a face With much shadow and deep detail But you tampered with it You ruined it. The dark stones, formed the shadows The dark lines that they cast The face is featureless now Flat and plain Without character Alien. As you now see, You can not remove the dark Form this specter For this work would cease to be. This Specter is Me.
What have I done to you anyway? I've gone the mile I've taken the scars I've watched you win the game With my support from the shadows But I'm the freak in the shadows The shadows Not of importance Agian only the cold Cold of heartless humans Of thoughtless bastards And you wonder why i like the shadows? I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. All is fine All is fine All is the same Its never the same Never what you think it is Are you my firends Or am I only toleratered? When your lies have run dry And your face can be seen I thought you were my friend I thought i could count on you But you too, hide You too, turn your back You too Avoided. I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
The shadows Not of importance Agian only the cold Cold of heartless humans Of thoughtless bastards And you wonder why i like the shadows? I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. All is fine All is fine All is the same Its never the same Never what you think it is Are you my firends Or am I only toleratered? When your lies have run dry And your face can be seen I thought you were my friend I thought i could count on you But you too, hide You too, turn your back You too Avoided. I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
All is fine All is fine All is the same Its never the same Never what you think it is Are you my firends Or am I only toleratered? When your lies have run dry And your face can be seen I thought you were my friend I thought i could count on you But you too, hide You too, turn your back You too Avoided. I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
When your lies have run dry And your face can be seen I thought you were my friend I thought i could count on you But you too, hide You too, turn your back You too Avoided. I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
Avoided.
I'll never be in the light if that's What it will make of me. "Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
"Vampyre" Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
Timeless traveler with tepid tortures Walks through woods weary and worn Wonders why this world is Dark dull and doomed. Looks ahead , high in the hills; Sees the sign of the second ones. Cross country he comes to the crucifix, Over the obelisk and under the ground. Enters the estate of the eternal, the elders. Past paintings of previous periods, he Follows the foundation to the flowing fountain. Nearby kneels numerous neophytes, newer than himself. Moving over musty moonstones in a morbid, morose murk; Chamber music chamfers through the corridors. The Elder, eternal as earth, sits erect in the corner. “Enter" he ejects, entranced by the entangled melodies. The traveler approaches and upon arrival asks " I am baffled and bewildered by my belonging" Implying his induction and inception in indefinite tones; "Why am I to bask in blood as broth and body bereaved to return to earth?" The Elder answers, “Simple by son, you see seven chose you for your Talent, taint, and your twisted ,tortured soul; if the shoe fits, wear it." Unsatisfied, he leaves, uncertain of his uncanny urge. Giving in to gradual grievances of godlessness and guilt, Rage rises ravenously within him. Passing the pool once more,youths still ponder and perch. Sickened, he suddenly surpasses human sanity and Leaps upon a learner, leaning and listening to the serenades. The Traveler’s javelin jaws rip the juveniles jugular like a jasmine bloom. Gore gushes grotesquely to the ground. He wonders why would the world wish he be timeless. In blood before the bubbling brook he bellows in Vain filling the vale in Vulgar verbatim voices, “Vile viper whose venom vexes me, I vow vindictively to verse the one who had the valor to Victimize be to be a verminous vampire!""Sky" Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
Screaming skyward blinded my the twilight why is this here? such a sky for all to see such color, such tone oh so gray to me do to my broken craft thanks to my broken soul Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
Now the skys are aflame much like me the shell has cracked the outside seeps in burning the flesh of a soul left torn torn my a broken craft dead like my broken soul
