Like hopeless dreams and forsaken thoughts,
They skitter around, violently, searching.
Open mouths, moving along the wavelengths.
Harmonized, they gaze upon one another.
The seeds of fate have been sewn today.
Error upon error, exploited little monsters.
The darkened sky relinquishing its own tears.
Only to shame the puppet-master once more.
The Seven Serpents
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
“Crimson Horizon: Awakening”
Shattering glass rains from the ceiling
The lights flicker fiercely before they die out.
Malicious cries can be heard within the walls.
Sanity at its edge, you’re on borrowed time.
Your oxygen is running low and you’re all alone.
Fractured bones, ringing telephones…
Where oh where has my sanity gone?
Now all your friends are dismembered.
Yet their bodies rise once again.
Not the same as before, with their empty eyes.
Craving your flesh and blood, hungering.
The horror is overwhelming as you watch.
Survival is your only remaining ally.
The lights flicker fiercely before they die out.
Malicious cries can be heard within the walls.
Sanity at its edge, you’re on borrowed time.
Your oxygen is running low and you’re all alone.
Fractured bones, ringing telephones…
Where oh where has my sanity gone?
Now all your friends are dismembered.
Yet their bodies rise once again.
Not the same as before, with their empty eyes.
Craving your flesh and blood, hungering.
The horror is overwhelming as you watch.
Survival is your only remaining ally.
“Foreverless Dawn”
The hulking sorrow, muddling its words
Casual is the pariah, drained of nourishment
The sun rises like blight upon the hillside
I’m a machine, rusting under streetlights
Withering memories, haunting my conscious
Tethering silence with fine print, agony whispers
I’m staggering, delusional through these halls
Now a pariah, rotting away from the inside out
Casual is the pariah, drained of nourishment
The sun rises like blight upon the hillside
I’m a machine, rusting under streetlights
Withering memories, haunting my conscious
Tethering silence with fine print, agony whispers
I’m staggering, delusional through these halls
Now a pariah, rotting away from the inside out
“A Dimensional Portal Summoned By Bloodthirsty Twin Sister”
Denizens of corrupted space overwhelm the infected race
Take your pills take your pills!!!
Like the stranger in the van at the supermarket
Daises erode the crescent skylights
We are all caustic and our will is hostile
Wash me from all my sin
O father please let me in
I’ve got everything I need right here,
Take my lust, my sorrow, my hatred, my fear
I am not a ghost, I am a man
O god, I am your number one fan
My fellow flesh and bone
Here’s loving the stars like dear old friends
Take your pills take your pills!!!
Like the stranger in the van at the supermarket
Daises erode the crescent skylights
We are all caustic and our will is hostile
Wash me from all my sin
O father please let me in
I’ve got everything I need right here,
Take my lust, my sorrow, my hatred, my fear
I am not a ghost, I am a man
O god, I am your number one fan
My fellow flesh and bone
Here’s loving the stars like dear old friends
“Take This City” +
Your eyes fixate as the lights attack the darkness with one swift motion
A symphony of cracking bones is abruptly interrupted when-
Seething souls and callous hearts are woven together with love
They’re gaining on you with every pause between every breath
Our late brother has found a new home under the earth
Now watch as the flames tease the toes of the sky tyrants
Only cursed souls can truly see those bloodthirsty fangs, gnashing
Claws ripping at the flesh of the metropolis, only poisoning themselves
Why conquer the beaten; the fallen have nothing to offer but excuses
This dismal of all days has become a funeral, courtesy of this giant rock
Driven mad with rage and forced to retaliate, our fates are sealed
The ocean beckons and all we offer are just thoughts scribbled upon paper
“Killer Bees” +
Haunting my thoughts like an evil pastry with extra terrifying filling
Mysterious yet oblivious she rolls her eyes yet again
These words are snakes and you’re holding your mice dangerously close to me
I….Filled a hole with bones and slid the freshly disturbed earth back over the top
I patted it down with my feet, leaving the kind of shoes I wear as evidence
Oh no will they get me or will they break me in two? I wonder… I wonder.
I don’t even care anymore.
The veins in my body are so convenient; I’m glad I don’t have to take it upon myself to keep the blood flowing.
I’d rather rub beauty bark all over your ironic face.
Crush the rocks between your fingers, I need more sand in this barren wasteland so I have a better chance of seeing an oasis. My mythical creatures unite.
I looked at the sun until it shattered across the sky.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I hope you fall.
“Destroyer”
A grey skinned hand emerges from the cracking ground.
It violently pushes the deadened earth aside.
The figure pulls itself halfway out of the ground,
Revealing eyes like a television with a lost signal.
Its mouth opens and expels dust, no breathe, no sounds.
Now crawling out with its hands, it scratches at the earth for leverage.
Finally, its body is fully exposed, possessing no gender.
It holds out its hands and closes its eyes.
The fingertips slowly start to smoke and flames suddenly appear around them.
It opens its mouth once more, but this time thick oil seeps from its mouth.
Clouds swarm the sky and it suddenly becomes dark.
The horizon gets blurry as it would in the heat of summer.
The figure opens its eyes and closes its mouth.
It starts to rain, but the droplets don’t reach the ground before they evaporate.
The being hunches over and calls out in a strange, distorted voice.
Its shoulder blades start to swell as if something was trying to escape its body.
The skin tears open and a single great black feathered wing emerges from each side.
Oil pours from the fresh wounds, leaking down the creature’s back.
The figure recovers from its pain and opens its arms to the sky.
Its wings spread out like a raven and the figure calls out again, louder this time.
The earth rumbles this time and a fierce clamoring can be heard within the clouds.
The being flies up into the sky with its enormous wings, returning its hands to its side.
The earth stops revolving, it just stands completely still in outer space.
The earth is drained to a dull grayish color and the oceans to a brownish gold, resembling oil.
The creature flies around, setting fire to the dry, withering star.
The burning planet, formerly known as earth cracks and crumbles apart.
Consumed wholly by the hollowing darkness.
It violently pushes the deadened earth aside.
The figure pulls itself halfway out of the ground,
Revealing eyes like a television with a lost signal.
Its mouth opens and expels dust, no breathe, no sounds.
Now crawling out with its hands, it scratches at the earth for leverage.
Finally, its body is fully exposed, possessing no gender.
It holds out its hands and closes its eyes.
The fingertips slowly start to smoke and flames suddenly appear around them.
It opens its mouth once more, but this time thick oil seeps from its mouth.
Clouds swarm the sky and it suddenly becomes dark.
The horizon gets blurry as it would in the heat of summer.
The figure opens its eyes and closes its mouth.
It starts to rain, but the droplets don’t reach the ground before they evaporate.
The being hunches over and calls out in a strange, distorted voice.
Its shoulder blades start to swell as if something was trying to escape its body.
The skin tears open and a single great black feathered wing emerges from each side.
Oil pours from the fresh wounds, leaking down the creature’s back.
The figure recovers from its pain and opens its arms to the sky.
Its wings spread out like a raven and the figure calls out again, louder this time.
The earth rumbles this time and a fierce clamoring can be heard within the clouds.
The being flies up into the sky with its enormous wings, returning its hands to its side.
The earth stops revolving, it just stands completely still in outer space.
The earth is drained to a dull grayish color and the oceans to a brownish gold, resembling oil.
The creature flies around, setting fire to the dry, withering star.
The burning planet, formerly known as earth cracks and crumbles apart.
Consumed wholly by the hollowing darkness.
“568 Malfunction” +
Faintly luminous, the eyes shut like a blast door.
I can interlock my fingers now, before I explode.
Five hundred circles appear when I close my eyes.
If I move my finger across the sky you might see.
Nostalgia ensues like a program set to autorun.
Birds grace the sunlit sky, but abandon the night.
We cannot avoid the inevitable any longer I’m afraid.
Dead bodies must be planted with in the earth.
Only then, will dreams be born anew.
We just have to find a way to sleep…
[Transmission cuts off]
"Extirpating An Angel's Death-Wish"
These heated nights, these city lights, this casual blight,
As it would seem
My mind crosses through outer space and crumbles before the
Swirling mass, suspended in freezing darkness.
Doomed by actions and groomed by fractions, these hands tremble.
Darker than the silhouette of a decaying tree, your eyes stare at me.
Smirking, inhuman, leering, tonight is the night.
Where can I get a drink? I need a refreshment, if you'd please.
I'm just a cybernetic man! Pieced together by one such as yourself!
My heart is but an engine, running on gasoline...
It will take warfare and bloodshed for me to go on any longer.
I'm the contradiction of my own existence, an idle illusion.
Intake, gasp and fall short of breath, as I cannot breathe human atmosphere.
My veins will rust and I shall become my own commemorating statue.
As it would seem
My mind crosses through outer space and crumbles before the
Swirling mass, suspended in freezing darkness.
Doomed by actions and groomed by fractions, these hands tremble.
Darker than the silhouette of a decaying tree, your eyes stare at me.
Smirking, inhuman, leering, tonight is the night.
Where can I get a drink? I need a refreshment, if you'd please.
I'm just a cybernetic man! Pieced together by one such as yourself!
My heart is but an engine, running on gasoline...
It will take warfare and bloodshed for me to go on any longer.
I'm the contradiction of my own existence, an idle illusion.
Intake, gasp and fall short of breath, as I cannot breathe human atmosphere.
My veins will rust and I shall become my own commemorating statue.
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