| The tale of my deaths |
GoldenGolden OmniusGolden
I never quite believed in this Never feel for, never miss Sleeping mind remembers well I think, at least... But who can tell?
As I lie sleeping in my bed I think of brains now spilling dead From broken shattered skull of Drunken kid with Smirnoff
I think I might go insane in here Any more sharp thoughts, my dear? Awake again, awoke before An when it ending, nevermore
I count again the lines I wrote With blackened pen the paper smote My blackened patterns, insane thought In twisted marking I have wroug
Sweet NevermoreSweet Nevermore OmniusSweet Nevermore
Cathedral of mirrors is binding me fast My forms and futures, not made to last Flayed and tormented, chained to the shelf Lidless eyes staring, the horror myself
Aching limbs strain as tendons that break Futilely trying my bonds to unmake Bleeding my formless insanity dreams No night, no sleeping, just me and my screams
Light rays that flay on my cold, lifeless eyes Vanity-bred, all of hate, all of lies Phosphorous pain by th' cathedral's wet light Nevermore broken, no peace and no night
Glass chains that bind
DesertDesert OmniusDesert
Time is running out of sand Hourglass now ticks its end Sand infuse to break the glass Final message – none shall pass
Crack-bent sphere of crystal hue Receives its long-awaited due Clockwork grinding as in pain The rusted metal of my chain
Desert sands, oh blackened white Pure as pretty by moonlight Pale's her skin and pale her eyes None to match above the skies
Sands of time are running out As night's cloak, it turns about Light that spills upon the sand Blood that's lighted by its band &
Breathing GreedBreathing Greed OmniusBreathing Greed
Tries to make with hollow words Puppets dance on hidden cords Enliven wooden idol's bone Giving souls and none his own
Making tales as to impress Seeping life and I digress Broken-mirror-mind is all Reflective surface standing tall
Tales of dragon fire-breath Tales of ravens, pain and death Telling, hungry, recognition None behind, it's just division
All my words still have no meaning Still so lost, this world demeaning Hungry for the love, the need Crying child, breathing greed
| My Works... my soul. Try not to get sucked in, it's messy. |
| Enter at your peril. |
| "Hey Skwisgaar I can do sweep arpeggios!" |
Time has a way of taking time...
Regretful
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Fake movie posters for real movie fans!
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"Deep inside, in the world of empty words"
- Chuck Schuldiner
And thanks for the favs too
Keep on rotting in the free world!
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"Deep inside, in the world of empty words"
- Chuck Schuldiner
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God loves metal, plan accordingly.
"General Loomis sir, please get down, we cannot spare you!"
"THERE ARE TIMES WHEN A LEAD GUITARISTS LIFE DOES NOT COUNT!"
*Blam!*
/Civil War Dork
//Do not remove me from the field untill this battle is decided!
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Functionless art is mearly tollerated vandalism. We are the vandals
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