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NEPTUNE'S FORSAKEN REIGN by: Raven NocturneBR> Mandragon, Pan's dragon, tell me secrets forgotten Freeze, Freezing, Froze, timeless and begotten Belladonna, do you wanna, be the mistress of my dreams Fire, Flame, Fahrenheit, warm up death's cruel screams All I see is plastic, a pool of wish-washed truth Undetermined and in-the-moment, "Falsity" cries our youth Shining iridescent, the glowing sun reigns bright Darkness is beauty, as stars shimmering in the night Captured in the ice, Season of the Dead Deeper than any thirst, more complex than books yet read Thawed, released, reborn, only to celebrate life Caught up in the cycles, overwhelming to the blade of the knife UNTITLED (inspired by M.B.P.) by:Hell Razor She is as cool as the pale sun I look up to There are stars in the blackness but she is the brightest She is everything I look up to everything I want to be She makes me search my soul for light I seek her like an arrow seeks the moon Shot off into the distance never to return But be buried unknown, away, and still she shines forever Brighter in the darkness Fading and waning but always returns The ever same spirit consort of inspiration A true light of beauty We stand in awe by the misty lake side gazing upon you in the darkness Blue and silver light splits the air for eternity never fading The light of your heart will never disappear Now matter how many times I look at you you can never be with me You will always be away, setting in the cold distance You know no rest of man Nor company you will ever talk or hold me I see you in vistas gaze through eternity beautiful pale light against the dark night you battle with to illuminate to shine my mind No discourse have I with you You will always remain unchangeable forever to my pity and dismay If only I could leave this earth to be with you I must fly I must rise I must move away from my dark surroundings into the light with you Yet I am always disappointed by the brother sun who banished the sweet mysticism of night you lower Always the creator, my destroyer He destroys my spirit For my spirit can only be plain with you and you are his and I am the disappointed man Sorry for all the time I must live in misery and misery I will obey as my lord my guide on my wander through life Nothing else holds comfort for me All is lost for you are not for me and I am sorry if only I could meet you and embrace, true then I will be consoled My wanderings will be over And hold together never separated from my moon my light my love You have everything LOST (inspired by KiTTie) by:Hell Razor I feel myself falling away from my life from what I want they are a perfect example so inspiring but far enough away to force me to look sloth is death Life is valueless without soul the world means nothing without it now I know their tragedy their fate I understand their misery their no feeling their empty pain now their music stirs me no longer this is my place where I belong whether I like it or not I gained an insight I could never expect but I alienated myself from the world when my values made me different now filth is all I can see all I can believe if I can believe at all just can’t throw myself into emotion it seems so hollow an lost there are those I do not dislike for true respect is lost to me now “how could I know that this would be my fate” Give me pain give me joy give me hate give me love give me something give me something to cling to give me myself all the money music objects will never replace what I have lost it for is it what I truly think or someone else if I lost it for no reason that would not truly hurt nothing can hurt me anymore I see passion in others to remind me of my failings but they never know what I do why can’t I tell them they are too shallow in understanding it’s as if all I wished for I my deluded ignorance has been twisted and given I was human “What have I become my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end” now I know what I want was not to be or should have been the things I wanted should have come from my deeds my deeds should not have been so directed towards their achievement that is vain now I know my faults but I cannot amend them this seems infernal I fear to call it hell lest I am cast into it maybe I was not meant to be one but to suffer and learn so another the credit that an irony I hate people like them but they would become because of all I have learned and suffered I must return to who I was with my knowledge it would be hollow for me to exist for the rest of my life like this UNTITLED (inspired by loneliness) by:Hell Razor She is stolen from my soul fragment of my mind split by fate Child of the snow sister of the stars I touched an animal and felt it’s heart pounding like it was it’s last and sounded like it hurt to breathe I f someone put they’re hand on me would they feel the same thing? Staying here expecting her to climb through the window is the want that will not end the softness of darkness touches me sweetly she is my lover She never fails to embrace a caress (how would I live in a place that was forever light) This beautiful blackness makes me shine I myself there is beauty I emptiness cutting short the reign of the sun and blanketing the ugliness we have made of this world a time to forget a time to be still and see nothing but yourself flames blazing through the night so brightly it’s the only time you can see the and nobody can see you a time for speech a time to sigh a time to forget the world and be yourself the fires of daylight passing into the cool night lake shimmering under the sky a sky so black it’s beauty is unnoticed uncared for by these garish mortals of extravagance to seep away fro your worries and glimpse at a radiance yet discovered shadows are cracks in the light something day will never reveal TO THE UNBORN by: dravena to the child I will never see, the one to blame is only me When I felt the spark of life inside to my lover,I wanted to run and hide When the silver plume blurred the fresh bloom, I knew your life would end soon I feel your pain as you die but all I did was lay and cry To the child I will never hold your secret is safe and will never be told to save my life, I robbed you of yours but in my memory you will always be stored the date of your conception I cannot remember but the eve of your death is like a burning ember forever growing and burning inside leaving me dead for the people I lied To the child I will never raise you are left inside with my heart ablaze surely your father would never have left you and I would never embrace you untrue know that I will always love you To the child I will never find I bore you,I killed you,so your pain is mine I hope and I pray to never kill you again... To the child that will never see the sun shine know what you are: eternally mineINNOCENT by: judas kascherveroff your life is just ... a broken trachea everything is pulling and pushing and it's all out of control a pin stuck through the throat of a rhinoceraus' brother a crumm for those who died too soon a cradle robbed of all innocence and undyingly similar to a rapist's victim dying of aids an opening of the mouth and a falling for kind of feeling inside and it all crumbles down, again your fingers are just... crackling like firecrackers in halloween candy and they scream out of agony just like little children stuck in memories of christmas mornings MARCH 12, 1345.... by: judas kascherveroff since you are hearing this i must be gone the world must have torn me from my roots like some slowly fading rose and as the weed grows upon my garden i approach those pearly gates and am somehow mistaken and took by a heavenly hand and pulled within a cloudy envision of a beautiful place, that will soon fall down a man of no sin steps foot in my path and asks who i am when suddenly it all turns black and i look around, and i look back a vertical path down to no where attracts my feet suddenly i see the same place but it's all ablaze a fire burning like the inferno of a dying soul a feeling i once knew at least before i ever met you a man i've seen before, been haunted by before walks past me... something pulls me to follow he walks in some feary fired building and sits down in a blue, steel chair... waiting for the show a torn apart man stands upon stage, takes a knife and presses it to his wrist blood spurts from his wound as he moans in agony suddenly his laughter turns to a cry and he turns his head to look at me he points and says foreign words, not any that i've ever heard when suddenly a group of large men herd over to me, picking me up and putting me upon the stage a thousand thoughts pass my mind and it all fades away a single thought passes through my head and he snaps his fingers when all that was yesterday passes through my head and makes me stare at the wall but to me an orchestra of hate, a choir of lust passes in front of me i watch you stab me in the back like you did so many years ago what was your name again... was it john or judas well it doesn't really matter as i open my eyes and the world i currently was in fell to the ground a puzzle with no matching pieces, just a figment of my stimulated mind stimulated by what you knew would destroy me and alas it did, but at the same time gave me this beginning and then everything picked up, flew through the sky i set foot on a new land, after it finally stopped spinning i decided to stand up, a big mistake... shots run across the world as everything beautiful i see burns to a cinder "a single mistake caused all of this" i ask myself i build a sanctuary out of beach sand and hide in it not knowing what i am hiding from, who will come, or what will destroy me but i know it's there, i know they're coming, i know they're going to find me and what they will do to me when they get here remains a mystery one that i wish not to solve for my own sanity's sake the wind eventually blows away my place of safety and i'm left alone, naked upon the beach of the dead once again a knight riding upon a great black stead approaches me and in his eyes i know he is not the one who is after me but he still now has me he knocks me out with some un-godly power and i seem to cease to exist until tomorrow... i wake up in chains upon the side of some buzzling street everything... to talk, to move, and to even think is an amazing feat of pure excellence.. a boy approaches me.. appearing to be less than me but he opens his mouth and the world turns black to where it's just him and i he speaks to me in a tongue i've only heard the one other time before when he suddenly mutates to something different, something that scares me he tells me not to worry, and to not to be afraid... to accept him and embrace him because this would be the last night i would recollect being free the next day i woke up just another... just another like you DISTINCTIVE ARTWORK by: judas kascherveroff once again i'm here and i know no way out the old man beckons, then begins to shout a foreign language i never aspired to learn and in his nonsense i notice a look that makes my insides burn i run away, never wanting to see his face again but the memories follow like they've always i get to where i decided i was going and still do not know where i am i've given up all i had for this lie, given it up for this sham i don't know where there is that i can go on from here someone tells me there must be one, so i should seek out a cure but curing a life is no more than admitting truth about a lie you always did that to me, laid your head back and let out a sigh but now where are you to do that for me, to never take me serious where are you, and what do you know about this imagery a painting of reality that surrounds and traps me and this cage is what you call life, and what i call death it's distinctive artwork of war, starvation, and pain it paints it all so well, so that to some it almost doesn't seem profane and who is it that keeps the vandalization off, who maintains the darkness of this life, who washes off the vandal's good deeds i push to escape, and it pushes to put me back in, and it succeeds so once again i'm left here, knowing the outside, plain but without the distinctive artwork of this life, without the pain so i wait for the end to come, and i long for it, lusting over every part but it's so far away, it seems..... and the end must come i must escape, i must get away, i must not succumb i must evade it's tactics, i must slip in the knife, eat the bullet, i must get away not another tomorrow, not another hour, not another day never again, never will i let it win SHIZOEATENDEADRION--LAB RAT by: judas kascherveroff this is the end of the line, the syringe is empty and you're lying on the floor, schizophrenia has eaten you delusions, paranoia, hallucionations, and thought disturbances all in the past... none of them matter, now... you fell through the holes and are now lying on a crystaline sheet of cyanide your body is face down upon it, with needles poking out of your back your life was in a test-tube, you know.. and now your death is on a cold metal bed, a lab-rat of the dead, you are the fall of all humanity, they curse you out of their worldm and stick their needles into your cold flesh, they mutilate you and disembowel you... you will be left without a mind without a heart, liver, lung, or anything there your skin will go to rats in new york city sewers your heart to the local murderer with heart disease your liver now belongs to a drunken wife-beater and the rest of you is in even more disgusting places just where you knew they belonged your mind is in a labratory, belonging to scientists you never liked it's studied for your disbeliavable habits and your unchanging life a life of delusions and low self esteem only to be followed with a single cut one slash down the wrist and the sky goes black, along with everything else found in a blood-red bed by your mother of malignant growth and then not buried, but disemboweled.. your mind is the speciman and you are not even a memory TOO by: judas kascherveroff it's too quiet, he said i can hear the whispering from the shadows in my mind i can hear the talons of my past ripping into this room i can hear the poison seeping into my eyes assuring that i am blind i can...... it's too quiet, he said it's too noisy, she said i can't hear the whispering of myself inside my mind i can't hear the affectionate arms of my future stepping into the room i can't hear the blessings to make me something that i'll finally find i can't... it's too noisy, she said it's too dark, they said we can't see a thing, as everything slips away we can't see anything, as yesterday makes a potent mixture with today we can't see it, when the past, present and future mix and bubble over we can't see it, because we don't want too we can't...it's too dark...we don't want too it's too.... JUNK-HEAP MASSACRES by: judas kascherveroff a fallen angel... decapitated at the edges and lynched at the ends he was never as good as you the ballad of the aryan flight to fall flinched in the water and drowned just like you buried in the dogpile of junkheap massacres digging down to free yourself from the ceiling but once again, you're in the same place you're stuck.... like always MONSTERS by: judas kascherveroff the marrow has fallen and is now in the mouths of the poor the bones were smashed and tossed to the dogs the monster ate it's way from out your core you were just another victim in the phase of decompisition the decompisition of maroon painted blood streeks across the wall go ahead and try to look over, but you're too tall rise to the occasion or slide to the defeat this is the end of the line, that you will have to meet but still you spin around in your blurry blue vision of a beach a beach where you could run on the concrete water and swim in the knife-sharp sand of sanity but that was a place so far away from you with the monsters always exploding out of your arms and the places always hurting and never bleeding, only pulling in this was your largest sin the way you had to push it all and fall for the figurine fooling itself the blood is now in the mouth of the removed and the feeling is left within the ground below and your eyes in the wall near the window where you left me you still come back in your mind with a hook occasionally yet you still dream and you still explode in monsters and demons and fight but fail and win and fail and never give up and that's what wrong with people like you it was the sacred, the holy, the only thing you should've wanted but no, your ways had to push way past the waters, where you weren't allowed and now you rest in pieces by the door, just like the rest you became them, and they were always you maybe it was chance and maybe there was everything you could do a monster eating you from the vein, a demon poisoning you and you sat and let it all happen, while you lived your life of lies soaked in blood and fury, always covered in monters and demons and now you request the body to have the flesh removed so that you could see if any dirty holes remain of the so many times you forgot to feel, you forgot to feel pain the days you were not alive, the days you were not dead the days you became them, the days they were always you the days that you let the monsters fill you with lead you were always them, they were never you the monsters and demons had filled you and still it has yet to begin and this was your greatest sin POISON PLEASURE by: judas kascherveroff a cyanide kiss bears the innocence of the fallen angel the ddt within your punch is just the flavor chosen to keep you in touch the arsenic smile tells you that all else isn't worthwhile and all the other poisons invading your systems will soon be gone your whole life is just a fading flower blossom and prepare to die SATIRE by: judas kascherveroff i've become my own satire i grew up, grew apart and now i'm burning in the fire once it was overdone now it's what i've become a stereotype by nature how did this occur it was all about a small town trap and negativity eating me and now i can't get back once it was overdone now it's what i've become a stereotype by nature how did this occur i put it in the back of my head made sure the thought was never fed but, i'm no liar just the creation of this satire CLAWS (CLUTCHED) by: judas kascherveroff steels claws that were always open ready to snatch you from your bed shine and twist and shake and sit they wait for you, beckoning that you step near they know you will one day curiosity will kill the cat pop goes the weasal and you will be dead mother goose never knew of this and rumplestiltskin would've been wittless against it winkle would've woken from his rest and so would all the others and still anothers pointless and inhumane and unholy and disheartened all resting upon your shoulders your lungs spell out words of worthless worlds where nothing ever happens and everyone always dies.. again and again the claw is always catching, the world is always dying, just like you who will you call out too when this cold clutch finally has you your parents? your mommy or daddy? or will it be to your god or will it be to a needle or another vice of stupidity in sequence you are just another heap of junk upon the curb kicked and killed by every kid who comes and all this time you know you will be caught the forces that follow you are no human, they are no living they can't be stopped, the only way out is to be caught and to let them in, to secretly suck you dry and spit you out to the drains of the worlds wastes where waste like you belongs, anyway spinning, swirling, sucked down into the pit a whirling white waste of energy a talking piece of trash that never seems to shut up yeah, so you're lifes been hard, so has his and his, and all of those other little wonderful wastes of the worlds and none of them care, apathy has leaked from out their body for so many years that it seems like caring no longer existsm yet you're here ruining it all for everyone rates of discrimination from the discriminated deserters your life was surrounding by it all, and you never took heed you were the elite, you were the better, you were the soon to be caught caught by the force of the past, the future, the dead, the sane, the inane and the insane your life was just a product of junk heap babblings filled with holes and pricks that chased you all day days that dreamt of days.. destroyed by you and this was the reminder that you couldn't escape from the odorous scented sickly filled figurehead that you had become your life was held upon others backs, you were never strong you could never live without them, and they could never have died without you and you finally hit the dead end and were caught the clutches held so tightly until you finally popped and then you felt fine and flew away JUST EXISTING by: judas kascherveroff i am just existing no thoughts, no feelings only existance i will never take a stance against racism or anything i'm not overcome with apathy i'm just no longer me i'm only existing when the world's undone and the feeling is gone when the world has a smile and all the while you're only just existing i don't believe in god and you don't believe in me and from everything i can see it really doesn't matter wether i stay or i go and i'm not sure if i know but it doesn't matter, anyway because i'm no longer me, anyway i'm just existing when the world's undone and the feeling is gone when the world has a smile and all the while you're only just existing time seems to turn minutes to hours and spring kills all the flowers never will be winter for me, again but i don't miss the snow i don't miss the wind i don't miss anything because i'm just existing just existing i'm only existing existing for you and me existing for this eternity no torture, no pleasure no pro's and no con's things will occur but all the while i won't wear a smile and all this while i'll walk the mile while just existing just... existing SKINDEATHRAPSTRANGER by: judas kascherveroff now you belong to the skin the skin of a teardrop raised blood bath lake of fire to burn it all down and a tongue of rasberry to match the clothing that you kept in a drawer has been laid out upon your floor and the secrets you kept within your mind have been laid out upon everything you are nothing but what you have become you are no longer the person i began to love i don't claim you, resent you, or even know you so continue your cocking collision of your own contraptions do not fear the death of water no water has overtaken your skin do not fear the death of fire no fire has scorched your skin do not fear the death of spikes no spike has impailed your skin do not fear the death of poison because your breathe smells like arsenic and your lips are coated with cyanide so kiss me forget me i don't claim you i don't miss you i don' resent you i don't even know you so goodbye my good stranger STOLEN CANDIES by: Dravena you take time to put her down make her not believe in herself, fuck you it's ok honey, you're not to blame his lack of intelligence is such a shame bruised excuses bouncing down the hall cut her open like a fucking doll fuck you, I'm sick of you, we're not good enough, well screw you, there's nothing to do but put us down hosted by www.toronto-goth.com