death-darkangel@excite.com
"Better"
Im better now
then i was before...
No deep depression
at my door
No searing love
to scourch my floor
No joy of love
no pain of lust
No more darkness
in this grey box
"Dust,Sand,Ash"
Buildings turn to dust,
Mountains turn to sand,
Tear's turn to Ash.
In time,
all good buildings turn to grime,
all that lime
gone to Time
Mountains crack,
Mountains crumple,
All good mountains rumble
Tumble.
Life's love comes,
burns the wick,
in the eyes, which shine like wine.
All things go in time.
Buildings turn to dust,
Mountains turn to sand,
Tear's turn to Ash.
Every tear we shed, a gem, a star, to shine on in the great dark of time.
"Sorrow"
My Sorrow echos and is caught by the
wind. Carried to higest mountain tops, and
swept to lowest plans to the sea of all mens grief.
Dry aurtum leaves skit across cold gray rock, but
I ignore. My mind is bent on those troublesome sea's.
In them i float, caught on a breeze. Only my own gray
waters trouble me, Ignorant am I to others plea's.
As I stand on cold gray rock, no cool wind to disturbes my heart.
My mind drifts in a sea of sorrow, in an ocean of grief.
To the west I float on and on.
Wanting, waiting to the end of sea's.
I walk through forests, but the youth that
springs up around me does not wake mefrom my
repreave. Nor the fallen leaves disturb my sea's.
To the west I float, I hope. But some eastern light shines
on me, wakes me from my repreave. Lights my
world, Stirs my heart.
And Guides me back through the sea's.
"Embers"
“In darkness my heart waits the world is black as coal,
all emotion still and cold.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
The embers of my passion all grey and flakes, no way
To love, no way to live.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
You light the dark you evening star above my world, this
shattered place with lonely streets.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
When you leave the darkness hungers, blacker then before
The knowledge of what isn’t there.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
You light a fire in the depths, cobwebs burn and free my
light to dance and chase your tail.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
But my touch is dark and cold it burns your soul,
and you recoil.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
My voice cry’s out ‘hold’ but I choke on all this ash,
And you slip away into the dark.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
I try to chase but webs entangle, words drool out and
Twisted desecrate your holy form.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
Your voice rings out ‘Come no more’ that voice I adore,
No more for me to hear.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
I run away your light now painful, and dig down into dull
Ash earth to avoid your sight.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
I avoid you light so you can smile, my world is blacker
And I scuttle away.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
In my darkness I huddle for warmth around the embers
Now cold and drawn.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
And in this darkness unseen things crawl, what and where
I do not care.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
No hope have I, now I wish to die. This world once dull
Now only has pain.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
I take my life, I try and try, but this form wont die it
Goes on and on.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
The embers flare like a phoenix tail, roused on a dragons
Breath your words I hear ‘can we talk’.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
The fire flows like a shifting dancer, small light in this bleak
Ruin.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
You are dark and troubled, but I must refrain I can not hold
Can not comfort or you will flee.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
The fire burns within, I listen to your sweet song but now I
Hear sorrow, now I hear the pain.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
The flames grow higher, and burn the ruins, but I must endure
Most control the flames not to burn you ever again.
Then you walk in and stoke the fire, flames rise higher.
Now I stand as a guardian in a dark ruin, forever my fire orders
Me to stand and guard the light to my shattered world.
For when she’s near she stoke the fire, flames rise higher till they
Burn away all troubles and woe. Human again as the flames rise
Even higher.”
"Hate"
"I hate you, your slime your skum. Your a sinicale bastard with no thoughts for others. Your callous indiffrence is only broken by your joy at others misfortune. Your egocentric, megalomaniac behavioure warps your view, and you place your self on the pillers of heaven. None of these reasons are why i hate you. I hate you because you get love and affection that i never will. Despite your behaviour and your castigating ways you get love, and are viewed higher then i ever could.
"Lost Love?"
They say ‘Tis better to have loved and lost then never to have loved at all.’ they lie. What of loving without return. What of seeing what you can never have, all chance of real friendship lost in a heartless moment’s confession. Never the chance to touch sweet love, always it was beyond me and the knowledge of this haunts like some pallid spectre.
To see beauty in a smile but never knowing its feel, to hear a laugh but never be its source. To stand and watch the closeness between others but a void in ones self. To hear a thousand words form a sonnet but never be apart of the sweetest hymn. To constantly wish for an end to feeling.
Oh won’t some kind fiend or friend rip away my tongue this soggy black twisted corruption, which spawns such pain and furrows her sweet brow. Such words meant only to bring relief and kindness always dark always turned bitter by this haggard thing into pain and upset.
To see beauty but be a ghastly spectre of humanity. For the joy of feeling embers burning out my eyes, to be blind to all the beauty and the abhorrent spectacles of the world. The joys of never hurting with craven tongue or seeing her saddest tears, bliss if only wasps bury them selves stings first into my ear drums. To never hear the beautiful poetry of her words or the rain drops of her sorrow. A thousand pains I wish upon myself never able to remove the bitterest pain of all. Never able to do the act, only cause pain on this degraded form. Bitterly wishing that cold claws take lust from me, take love from me to turn the handles love back, leave me in the darkness of ignorance.
In such case would not the absence of contact be best, but no the loneliness hungers with obsession and the longing for a way with no feeling no thought no existence. Perfect oblivion, a reprieve only death can bring.