where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
"For my eyes are electric!” Rod says with gusto. “Next you’re going to tell me you’re made of metal as well.” Rod smiles broadly, “But I am made of metal, the finest metals in all the land, for I take pride in my vessel, and I keep my circuits clean.”
I note my words of worthiness on the paper before me know they are full of malcontent, I riddle a lie within a god, I sin within a sin of man, quiet are it’s words, as they are screamed at my soul, so you hear the music as it sways, can you feel the beat …
a grey mist remains of what was mine before you ran away, soundless moments, a useless motion, an emptiness that cannot be contained, an emptiness that cannot be touched, yet it's felt when you touch me, can't you see, within the sea of what is and was, that you are something that I can never …
The first Dark Stars book has finally found its way into the world, with an awesome cover by Yazgar (as expected). This one is a different kind of path for me, compared to the normal twisted roads style I like to keep myself lost in. This is what you would earmark as a space opera …
A twisted crescendo bathed in blood, a violent viola swagged in mud, simplicity a weapon, separation a sin, suicidal denial, without a within, structure and purpose, dissolution a disease, rerouted in disillusionment, segregated in sin, your wickedness I saw, your sap I did taste, for tomorrow now yesterday, and today a long way away, forget the past, ignore what will be, as I lay down beside you, as I thrust myself all …
chop chip chew, satanists celebrate my rising anew, the son of a god, the virtue of man, so lay out the plates for my arrival, dish the dishes, round up the virgins and slit their throats, kill the world for my hate, let’s bathe, let’s bleed, kill the world for my hate, kill the killers, kill the wicked, kill the children, kill the gays and transexuals, …
Deviation of the circumference, a violation of the senses, a mediation, meditation, reaffirmation of the desired outcome, disasters upon disasters, discrimination without approximation, violence ensuing violence, come at me, see in my eyes, realise that the darkness has gone to far, bastardise, hate Inside, fornicate inside, plagiarised, open wide as you realise, it is already dead inside, comes as no surprise, for everything dies, now break the lie, see through new eyes, and watch me rise!
My image, my mirror, who are you now if you’re not me, I still see traces of who I was floating in your empty eyes, I still feel where you once laid inside who I was, my own emptiness, my own self abandonment, a mirror, a image, see the instrument of my downfall before me, see the reflection in the mirror of who I am, middle …
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