Thursday, July 12, 2007
Well I'm back! The fog is lifted, the earth has shifted. Well times are harsh and stressful these days, getting so fucked and drunk and being sober has only a limited access. Switched my drinking to red wine now, it's good for health and yeah it keeps the alcohol level up.
Got my coat and my black lipstick! Goth up baby.
This poem is for a special someone...
I woke one morning sober
From hell the night before.
Savouring the moment
As i staggered to the door.
A nostalgic scent lingers,
The future pass me by.
Blurred image of everything
'Cept for the stuff in my mind.
I felt it when I left,
This girl stole my heart.
But how can I get it back?
We're worlds apart.
I sit and ask myself if the world would change if I change for her.
And if love was to accept one another, or to change the other?
This is just for my blasphem and my ever vile thinking.
If only it rained holy water,
Wouldn't that be great?
Wash our sins and bask in motion,
Let us all be angels.
God has it all, while I have none,
My heart is imprisoned in Colditz,
But He has it us there!
And with this I oh so contemplate,
I serve you blasphem with the contempt God deserves.
Fire in the sky,
Roses drip tormenting sweat.
Thunder harps are strung,
Raging through the night.
Blissful tears are bound,
Holy angels run around.
God is crying 'HELP!'
But no one seems to care!
The chorus of the dead,
Graveyards screaming out my name.
This blasphem fills the air,
Investing all desire!
The abymsal run insane,
Harvesting all the chaos wrecked.
The prophecy proven well,
I denied the prophets name thrice before sundown!
This one is dedicated to a penguin and to those out there who don't understand my "immoral" lifestyle. But it's rather still a poem for those who cannot read it in an artistic sense.
Fascinate me awsome wonder,
Dry the blood on my lips.
Sketch the impurities
Lap the blood with snow
Filter the fog
varnish the filth
Scrape this pain
Burn the churches built.
An Empress gave to me
The key to liberty
Freed my abistinence
Free of death
Only crestfallen corpses left
Deep in my pain and greed
She satisfied my every need
But the offering I had to give
Is the one thing I used to live
Lost my life to one craved shot
Now all are liveing but I am not
Skin pale and heart wither
Regret makes my bones shiver
I watched the sun rise
As I inhaled the pleasure
For a moment like this,
Life's buried treasure.
KvntingKrist asked the tree @ 5:45 PM
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{M.E. + T.}
