As Jack Frost dances on a lake
A bite of cold; now you're awake
With warm, sweet cocoa on your lip
To help fight off the snow's cold grip
A snowflake slithers down your face
Casement covered in icy lace
Jack's nimble sketches on the glass
And frozen touch upon the grass
You huddle 'neath the blankets now
And feel sweat trickle on your brow
As deep in this warmth you will stay,
Sleep - and go out another day.
The smoke devours me, entwines itself around my throat like a cobra. No light penetrates its thickness, not even the fires that blaze in this new Gomorrah. The wretch in my arms stirs not, dead to the mayhem that poisons even me.
Why, Cain? Your begetters cursed the world with an apple, but you... With a brother's blood, you nursed the earth; and your progeny fed this pestilence more. Now, it has consumed them.
Did you know then, even then, as you wiped fraternal blood from your hands, what cancer you had planted? A reckless moment, and eternity was damned. Do you weep now, drowning in your salt tears, flooding the earth you once tilled wit
You cursed the false idols
of polished pyrite -
What say you now,
to see this cult of adoration?
Words devoured like a banquet
yet the hollowness lingers
What satisfaction can we glean
from syllables of absurdity?
Existence rages around yet you
seek comfort in a book
A story told of worlds
that never saw reality.
My mind obscures my eyes
with toxic reason, but
if I could cast out this golden calf
What then would they worship?
So let them have their false goddess
ne'er will it erode my faith
A deity never to comprehend -
so unlike a frivolous youth
Black dove's lullaby -
sole comfort during this plague
Innocence ravaged;
Humanity poisoned by
hemlock of war.
Black dove's lullaby.
Only melody soothing an
orphan babe to sleep
Final kiss -
from mother's bluing lips.
Black dove's lullaby:
bugle's lament
Procession of bodies -
charred skin, bloodied hands,
clawing out for aid.
Black dove's lullaby...
Wedding march of death
Consummation of rage
Beast re-awoken for a
feast or more souls...
The wind caressed her face, brushing dark locks across her cheeks with a pinch of cold. Friends gathered around, their voices merging like some angelic chorus... She could almost feel the frost creep over her as she lay on the grass; but a warmth poured from her head, and she smiled.
His face was above her, hair ruffled by the wind, lips pale and cracked like a tree's bark. Hand, devoid of warmth, grazed her rose cheeks. She could feel the tears flutter on his lashes even as he kissed her. Liquid salt trembled on her lips: the bitter taste of sorrow. A poison that now threatened to engulf her...
Her lips parted, moist with scarlet. Her bone
What say you?
Only the prattle of a clown
What say you?
Naught but a baby's babling
Foolish words pour into my ear
Threaten corruption to fragile minds
Suck intelligence from my soul
And transform me into yourself
What say you?
Stupidity disguised by words
What say you?
"Death to the individual!"
You choke the life away from me
Smother me with imitation
As you proclaim mindless nothing
With such an important air!
What say you?
Now, at my retaliation
What say you?
As I kill delusions with truth?
In angels' arms he sleeps
On Earth's cold ground she weeps
Frost has settled, sun has set
Rose has withered
He must now pay Heaven's debt
A child tucked up in bed
Mother's eyes raw and red
Sea of black, morbid faces
Graveside reunions
Ethereal embraces
In angels' arms he weeps
On Earth, his son now sleeps...
Held in an ethereal embrace
Death's icy kisses upon my face
A drug, an opium drawing me in
Teasing me still with sadistic grin
I see... familiar date carved in stone
Reaper chuckling, slouching in his throne
Silver-bearded man sealing the gates
A game of Poker, us against Fate
Your ghostly kisses upon my brow
And beckoning me to join you now
Translucent arms wrapped around my waist
Your final kiss - death's poisonous taste...
Smoke clung to her breath as she eyed the strangers; children, tugging at their mother's sleeve; teenagers flirting across the room; waitresses tugging their hair in frustration; elderly couples helping one another across the room.
Gloved fingers drummed against the table as she pressed a cigarette to her lips. Rain crackled against the window, like tears meandering down the glass. Coffee, smoke and a myriad of perfumes mingled in the air. Through the dull buzz of conversation, a lone voice grabbed her attention.
"Death is just around the corner. You never know when it's gonna strike, and there's nothing you can do when the Grim Reaper's go
What will you remember, Naneth?
Will you remember the babe you loved and nurtured since conception, the babe who cried the first time you cradled her in your arms? Every year, on the anniversary of my begetting, you recounted the tale to me, as is the custom of our people; as I do with my own daughter. But there is no-one to do it for me.
Will you remember a child with flowers in her hair, dancing upon the grass, singing with such youthful naivety? How we enjoyed those times alone in the garden, sheltered beneath the rowan tree. There, you first taught me to sew, patiently guiding me through each stitch until I had confidence enough to atte
Brush-stokes sweeping across the page... Skillful hands pouring life into paper and paint...
"Wow, that's great! So lifelike! Amazing!" The voices had merged together; a choir of praise. Their eyes roved over the painting, admiring everything. And she stood as always, gleeful beneath a façade of humility. I watch, like so many times before, feeling tears sting my eyes.
My elbows rest on my pad, the cover tattered and stained with a streak of blue paint. Typically, no-one calls me over, begs to view my latest effort - and I do not venture for any requests. There never are; there never will be. Any compliments belonging to me are lavished up
There you sit in the garden, by the roses. Your breathing is heavy, each breath rattling in your throat. I heard you run, trainers slamming against the slabs, feet rustling in the grass. You slumped to the ground with an uneasy thud, and I could almost hear the throbbing of your exhausted heart.
You do not notice my coming; if you did, I would hear the change in your breathing, that silent, exasperated sigh no-one hears but I. Your skin is drenched with sweat. With the scent of the roses, a myriad of perfumes attacks my senses.
There it is - you know I am here.
"What do you want?"
That tone, that scorn - it pierces more than the sharpest
Caresses of magic, kissed by a spell...
Droplets of gold in a wishing well...
Descending mists surround;
Tumbling into an enchanted abyss -
No longer earthly bound
Sailing in the sky, dancing on the sea...
Imagination untamed, dreams unbound, free...
Gleaming faces, genial smiles
An angel cloaked in buried hopes,
Numbed suffering and trials
You stir; the dawn peers over the plain...
Dreams wither, die; by your waking slain...
I saw it all - yet, I could say nothing. Do nothing...
A flash of steel, met with the wails of a wounded beast. Piercing screams, as blood splattered the freshly painted walls. The room smelled new - yet death reeked in the air, a choking poison that threatened to engulf us all.
I tore my eyes away, glanced at the others; some could not bear to look, other's watched with glassy, horrified eyes, as this monster devoured her life. His boot slammed into her side; she moaned, wept, cried out the child's name in agonised delirium. A hand, he thrust to her mouth, deadening the sound. He surveyed the room hurriedly, paranoid. But it was only us...
Tortured genius, they called me. But I ever felt tortured, or even like a genius. Yet now, ashen-faced and scarlet-eyed, huddled in this dark and now unfamiliar hallways, with naught but a pen and diary to distract me from the unthinkable, what else can I be?
I have destroyed my family; I am the rotten core, the cancer, the striking meteor of Armageddon. And I hate myself, this weak little girl weeping at her own destruction.
They even refuse to place all the blame on me; I participated, but it was there fault too. And we are deservedly suffering. No - only I am deservedly suffering. And my poor lamb, who only tried to separate the vicious
A milky light peers over the horizon, dancing across the grey waters. Overhead, two white gulls circle and wail, chasing each other in playful abandon. A teasing salt breeze whistles some long forgotten mariners' song, cheering the fishermen off as their weather-worn tugs edge away from the safety of the harbour. A white foam brushes against the beach, clinging to the sand before Neptune's arms drag it back.
A girl wanders along the shore, her shoe kicking a polished pebble into the water. The splash is drowned by the wind, crying out for her attention like a child. It tugs at her fine sleeves, woven in the pattern of a spider's web. Her jac
There was a burning pain in me,
a poison in the soul, a mote;
a dust and singing vanity.
A long and bitter note.
Of pain and longing, I did know,
a strange and twisting agony.
A fire into which I must plunge,
a furnace for my sins to burn away.
To Nothing, perhaps, fade away.
A savior on this dying day,
salvation from such sweet decay.
The final chord, unleashed, unbound,
the soul once lost; must now be found.
I watched the night come down,
the black annointed with petals of white.
I saw the world turn cold,
and dead beneath the frost and ice.
I kissed your lips, so pale, so cold,
silhouetted by the snow that fell.
A perfect moment, a simple second;
a sun beyond the sky so grey;
you lit my world....
And this is where the fantasy ends,
a flurry of white and scorching cold.
A burning ice; a flaming frost,
enveloping us as we lie, entwined,
beneath the cold tomb of the world.
Together; no cold can freeze our heart.
Suffering;
the end of all things, burning,
the rise of new thoughts, ending.
I see the world collapse within,
the stars they wall like torrid rain.
I watch the planet raped by us,
our human hands all stained with blood.
Pain;
I feel the wrath, rising,
the shattered spiral, righted,
writing this my thoughts,
they burn as abstract flame.
Do I make sense? Nonsense?
I writh, I beg, I taste the rain,
drink forth the blood of night,
I am remade in the end times,
born into this self inflicted,
self-centred, self-loathing,
apocalypse of errors.
Realisation;
It was never about you,
never about me,
something purer calls,
beyond f
You cursed the false idols
of polished pyrite -
What say you now,
to see this cult of adoration?
Words devoured like a banquet
yet the hollowness lingers
What satisfaction can we glean
from syllables of absurdity?
Existence rages around yet you
seek comfort in a book
A story told of worlds
that never saw reality.
My mind obscures my eyes
with toxic reason, but
if I could cast out this golden calf
What then would they worship?
So let them have their false goddess
ne'er will it erode my faith
A deity never to comprehend -
so unlike a frivolous youth
Current Residence: Middle of nowhere, Scotland Favourite genre of music: Symphonic metal MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Favourite cartoon character: Johnny Storm (unashamedly) Personal Quote: *high-pitched wail* Why is everybody picking on me?
Life confuses me....
For 4 months (that's 1/3 of a year!) I don't go to any gigs, because a) no good bands are playing Glasgow,b) I can't get tickets to see any good bands or c) any good bands that are playing end up rescheduling.
Then, in under a fortnight, I end up with tickets with not one, not two... but five (!) gigs. How does that happen? :P
Last Sunday: HIM (well worth the wait :D)
Last night: The Hostiles (my mate's ska band)
Friday: Griever (my friend's friend's band - I'm confused too)
May 4th: Leaves Eyes
May 5th: Dresden Dolls
Bring it on....
Went to a Dresden Dolls gig last night... Was bloody amazing, best gig I've ever been to without question. I managed to get pretty close to the front, which is a massive achievement for someone who hates crowds and spent most of Download watching bands while sitting on the hill, lol.
Anyway, I digress.... The only problem with the gig was this: the drummer, Brian, never turned up, meaning that Amanda Palmer had to play on her own. She still put on a brilliant show, and the fact that she still went ahead with the concert is, IMHO, a testament to her professionalism.
It seems like every week when I pick up my copy of Kerrang (music magazine),
Shamelessly stolen from my ickle daughter Anina - but stolen by Amadrierith first, so it doesn't count :P Least, that's what I'm telling myself, lol. Althoug a key was too confusing for my poor, addled brain :P
Anyhow, on the off-chance anyone is interested... A list of my favourite musicians.
AC/DC
A Perfect Cirle
Alanis Morissette
Bad Religion
Billy Idol (seen!)
Black Sabbath (seen!)
Bon Jovi
Bruce Dickinson (solo as well as Maiden)
Dresden Dolls (roll on August!)
Evanescence
Foo Fighters
Garbage (October, baby!) (seen!)
Good Charlotte
Green Day
Guns N Roses
HIM (seen!)
Iron Maiden
Jimmy Eat World
Lacuna Coil (6 days aft
Wow, small world!
You commented on one of my deviations last year some time, and now i've just started talking to your ickle daughter *Anina, and she wrote about my song in her last journal! spooky!
Spread the DA around!
(you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
RULES FOR KISSING:
1 - You -can- kiss the person who kissed you!
2 - You -can't- kiss the person more than 3 times
3 - You -MUST- kiss 6 other people
4 - You -should- kiss them in public! Paste it on their user page!
5 - Random kisses are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6 - You -should- most definitly get started kissing right away