Shallow Grave
Incoming Light
Can You Tell Me, Please?
Graveyard of Souls
To The Blood
Teardrops of Ice
Shallow Grave
By Josh Hughes
Look into the dark eyes of pain and you can see your eyes,
Search through the dark faces and you can see your lies,
Feel the cold of the night on your neck and you know your all alone,
Touch the ground as you slowly fall,
Touch the face of those fallen before you,
Dirt hits your face just like those who walk on you,
Blood covers your hands like those you've betrayed,
See them smile as they lower your grave,
Smile from where you are because your grave is lowered,
From hell watch them lower your grave.
© Josh Hughes
Incoming Light
by Brood of Evil
In darkness my soul resides,
Homing for the path of light,
Admiring from afar,
A shine that might not truly possess.
Wondering adrift,
Through the blood tainted roads of existence,
With only my pressence to tend the wounds,
Wounds triggered by my lonesome self.
On my knees I've seen crimson,
spill from my life giver's arm,
In cries of agony and pain,
Begging for her temple to keep.
Drops of life pounding,
Over the vile soil.
I have seen demons in my image,
I have heard them using my voice,
Until I no longer yearn living,
Until my soul have given up.
All these roads I've walked through,
So short, yet seem so long,
Breathtaking and with spines,
scratching my existence.
Most of these I have forgotten,
So I never slither again,
Into the thorn-filled aisles of my torrid past.
Still, these memories so hunt me,
Feeding on my spirit,
Corroding my thoughs.
Thus the lust for crimson has arisen,
To purge all sanity left in me,
To make me less of what I am,
And more of what I hate.
Yet, I glimpse the light I'm hunting,
Distanced from the stranger I've become.
I stand alone, and wait in vigil
In vigil as it advances,
With my soul in hand she prances.
To deliver it to me,
To turn me into what I used to be,
To satisfy my hunger.
And yet making it grow stronger.
© 2003 Brood of Evil
Can You Tell Me, Please?
-- by Jason Swint (2003)
Can you tell me what remains
when one is tired of life
and tired of living--
what hope is left when
all love brings is pain?
What good comes from the
mind that feels no remorse
from a thousand injuries past--
how one can love with fragments
of a broken heart?
Tears of misery pour down
from saddened lakes of pain,
and fall like shards of glass upon my soul--
piercing through the flesh of time
and come to rest in loneliness.
Can you tell me
when the rain will end
and the sun shine bright once more--
when sleep will come
and memories of grief
will no longer be the bearer
of the insomnia of life?
Can you tell me
when suffering ceases
to be my only friend--
where the green grass grows
and where rivers of joy
flow silently into the horizon
and darkness shall be no more?
© 2003 Jason Swint
Graveyard of Souls (tentatively titled)
by Ravena
A graveyard of souls
Remembering life as if epitaphs
Joy, sorrow, come together like one
And the light and the darkness
Meet in that dim place
To collect the meaning
To find the knowledge
Secrets of the universe
Revealed through whispers to the Spirit
And in tears and the soul's agony
No will to face the world
© 2000 Ravena Lee
To The Blood
by Meridian
The playground of
Tragedy and Comedy
echoes through the mind of
the Preternatural ones,
bound for time to certain
roles and certain lies.
But Devil or Angel which?
And the Mask goes deeper.
The Storm comes with her
starving glory. And
neither Man nor Creature
shall know the difference of
the Dark and the Light.
The Crimson in our frail
perfection, takes us all
But who will wear the
Mask?
Teardrops Of Ice
by Sam Backman
I stare at my face in the mirror
Yet I cannot see the lies
Or the pain within my heart
Blinded by memories of the past,
I gaze into the void of nothingness
Hidden within these deep blue eyes of mine
Staring back at me from its reflection
My hatred is gone
All that's left is emptiness and sorrow
Now flowing through my veins, poisoning my mind
Teardrops of ice are blurring my reflection
Drowning it in silent grief
Lost behind the lies, never to return
Can't you hear my cries?
My soul was left to burn
I'm falling through the mirror
To a world beyond
I open up my window
Welcoming the cold, moonlit night
I reach for the pale reflection of the sun
It's taking me forth on a journey
A journey to the world of twilight
Nightfall, take my hand
Guide me away to the stars
I fall into oblivion
Frozen tears are in my eyes
As I now close them to dream away
Slowly drifting forth into the shadows
© 2000 Sam Backman
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