THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS |
Justification merits self-manipulation,as the temptations of seduction invoke fears of tribulation.Purity becomes obscurity to meas I see futures unfold before my eyes,predestined perversions of what ...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Jul 2009 23:16:00 GMT |
FOR GRANTED |
Nonsense brings me naught but more angst, the more that angst seems to be naught but more nonsense,and the tales then told to those who dare to listen,are treacherously riddled through the tools of rh...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Jun 2009 13:07:00 GMT |
The Prophecy |
Darkness delights in defiance with a spate of silence, and unto me shall be bestowed the absence of light, but not the opposite of it. An hypothermic epidermis caresses the ashes and dust from which i...
Posted by on Fri, 22 May 2009 00:57:00 GMT |
PATHOS |
TO HELL AND BACK I HAVE COME.....TO HELL AND BACK I HAVE BEEN.....TO HELL AND BACK I AM FROM.....TO HELL AND BACK UNTIL THE END.I WALK UPON WATER, THIS CRYSTAL GLASS BODY.BEASTS SPREAD SIX WINGS SCREA...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 13:16:00 GMT |
A Karmic Conclusion |
Once again, the cold cloak of deepening depression brought forth a peculiar jostling comfort to my stale and simple joy. For is it not the pain of life which teaches how to truly live? Yet I pondere...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Apr 2009 10:53:00 GMT |
Lamentations of Iniquity |
Seeping corrosions of seething insanity and chaos subtly creep throughout the segmented channels and soft crevices of my cerebellum, whilst its core counterparts continually conspire to dream of sucki...
Posted by on Wed, 18 Feb 2009 10:21:00 GMT |
IN THE NIGHT |
When the inevitable came to pass, I arose to find myself standing in the grass of a fairly quaint and quite familiar lot of fenced in land, when the earth itself began to ceaselessly rumble and shake....
Posted by on Tue, 06 Jan 2009 16:46:00 GMT |
Shadows Within the Mind of the Man Within the Shadows |
My black lies lie naught but surmised behind the guise of blood in this fawn's eyes, and the weakness of meekness makes not shaking and tremors of fear adhere to those anatomical members which s...
Posted by on Sun, 28 Dec 2008 18:04:00 GMT |
Through Strength Not My Own |
When the winds commence to fiercely blow, as tempests begin to seethe and grow, and all that remains showing are the remnants of self loathing, how can one be sure of what was once before, but now is ...
Posted by on Sat, 13 Dec 2008 16:30:00 GMT |
HAREM OF WHORES; NOW AS BEFORE |
IN A WORLD OF RHETORICAL RHYME AND REASON,TIME AND SEASON HAVE NO HOLD.BEYOND MUNDANE MIRACLES I FIND THE LEGIONBEHIND THE REGION OF MY SOUL.VEXED BY THE CONTRADICTION OF MIND AND FLESH,DESIRE AND NAT...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:47:00 GMT |
