Still about, still writing, now doing a band called Serum, been busy over the last month song writing and practicing... show me some luff peeps xxx


THE VISIONAs I lay awake betwixt sleep and wakefulness one night I found myself wandering blindly through my darkened memories Fitfully drifting between dream and nightmare My footsteps muted by the veil of consciousness Yet so loud they could by faceless monsters Who waited in the corner of my insanity to plot my untimely demise When all at once I stumbled suddenly Upon an eldritch forest on a nameless world The trees theren cutting me like a thousand razor-sharp teeth Barring my way with their impassable grasp But still I broke through that dense malaise Into an ancient Sylvan clearingTHE VISION


Black nightThe mist rolls around this silver river Snaking around my legs like so many memories As I walk alone the images come back With the sound of faraway revelry Pounding music and joyous youth Reminding me of what I had left behind The moon she smiles on me A friend in troubled times to keep me warm As I light up another cigarette its bare warmth chills me I inhale the poison which kills me slowly But that doesn't matter any more Away in the distance in front of me Comes the sound of nothingness Inviting me into timeless reflection And I walk slowly onwards, shroudBlack night


Babylon failingA world in decline, its towers burned To the foundations by mans sweet folly The ground it shakes, the heavens open Ready to wash away the sins of man Our biggest mistake is to trust in those Who seek only short-term gain A way to line their wallets with our dreams Look at us now, as we enter this new age Of decadent self-denial and Babels' curse Our fallen ideals running amok in the ruins of yesteryear When will we learn what is there before us? When will we stop this destruction of ourselves? The truth it seems is as it always has been: The rich will survive for aBabylon failing


Falling from GraceI remember that night in Eden When we took that fatal bite Your hair so golden, a pleasure to touch Hid the snake that made my angel cry Your skin, as pale as the moon Was sweet to my touch, its milk white nature Like the transparent nature of death The knowledge awaited, but cam with a price And as our limbs entwined we found ourselves falling Deeper into the embrace of the grave Spiralling downwards into hell One pleasure at a time And in tune with the seven deadly sins We became slaves to lust, demons to desire...Falling from Grace
bjs*
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speak spanish, it's sexy
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Become one with your scars.
I heart many many people on this Site.
even though it already passed
hm, happy new years?
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Become one with your scars.
I heart many many people on this Site.
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Pornoz
"Hush little baby" poem.
Thank you for adding me to friends as well
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Remember me whilst you sleep...
Kitten Lovecraft
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