Misguided play toy, make the sinner sing, bleed the flesh, mark the scar, break open the intended servitude, want, need, take me, lust over that which you own, wash away the flesh, silence the cries with the knife of skin, subject me, suffocate me, cut me, scar me, make me, replicate me…
A schism of another sun, a blinding light, a burning flame, a licking hot wet tongue wrapping itself around my anus, sucking all I ever was through my shit hole, mocking me for what I am, subjecting me to my own depravities, a wish lost on a worthless breath, a wanting of something better left for dead…
Horrible foe, my mirror self, starring back at me, wishing away the tomorrow, purged of the inner bile, forged in the cataclysmic decay of today, we are few, we are nothing, the flow of a movement is delayed on the indifference of your breath, rotten like your soul, you are my decay, while I am your disease…
It’s arms fall around me like dead eyes starring forward without hope, I cling to what I call life without care, the darkness descends, the endless song begins to sing, I hope for the suffocation of life’s hand, I cry for a deliverance, a witness, a moment, a world, without a friend, a feather without a moments notice as it drifts slowly down, a silence without an end…
I walk with new intentions, with renewed aggression, for I’ve removed the scars across my eyes, I’m ready for you to see the me that you don’t know, now that you’ve kill the me you thought I was, push it down your throat, fight the harshness of suffocation, breathe, not to survive, but to die, breathe, BREATHE, BREATHE!
Succumb to the noose that hangs from the tree of life, for it threatens not only your tomorrow, but the carefree attitude you give today, a threat from life itself, a curse, a promise, no cure, sedate the pain, feed the beast beneath flesh, a farewell of fondness, a kiss on your dying lips, a festival of death, with no tomorrow…..
feed the horseman’s steed with your self esteem, while I regurgitate your obsession, as you eviscerate your deception, lies upon bloody lies told to the mirror of my eyes, the lower you dig, the deep your sin goes, help me, don’t bury me, fuck me, don’t deceive me, love me, don’t become me, my mirror, my reflection, my selfish masterpiece, me…
The jovial beast,
it craved what I stole,
it wanted it back,
it wanted its soul,
but I had changed it into an impossible thing,
once the soul of a child,
was now a corporate whore,
lost and persuaded,
drugged and raped by all,
a religious event,
now a monumental money spinner for the rich,
so fear me if you dare,
shield your eyes of the truth,
let the snow bells jingle,
let the presents be plentiful,
but know me to be true,
I’ll come for you this year,
and I’ll take more than you want me to…
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 of the drum ignite, for a nothingness of epicness is drawing near, sullying it’s song with a wickedness so strong the beat cannot resist but tap along, so stay a while, dance with me, hold my hand, and know that I am the lie that sits inside your chest, waiting to die…
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 be, for the mist that remains, is the mist that was the same as me, the mindless drivel of who I can never be, for you see, that within this all, this mist of who I wish you would see me to be, I am not me..
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 odyssey, based around a simple idea that grew into something I think both myself and Gaz are proud to call a great addition to our catalogue.
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 in, like a river I erode all you are, beneath my seed of sin…
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, I don’t discriminate, life is life, blood is blood, black or white, seed of hate, kill all, kill my hate, feed my resurrection
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 finger standing at attention, a grenade buried inside me, a grenade call me!
Silicon silence infested the wooden throne that stood at the foot of my house, darkness red with eyes full of hate ate away at my insides, reveal himself to the burden of a world gone insane with trepidation, fornicate the foreskin of a forsaken shaft, resent the misfortune, break free from the wisdom, suffocate to protect, bury to forget, but in death, the memory will remain…
destilled in the vengeful tree, we sit us three, devotees to a cause that is not real, gimmicks laid forth, masks worn and torn, a memory, a lost translation of a memory, rekindling of a burden, infused, refused, was it important to forget, or insulting that we had never remembered until now? A crack through which the world can see, what we become with out its call of sanity, for in the madness, only tears are cried for hope..
Chew the fat from my sides,
work your way into my insides,
make your bed,
fill my hole,
worship,
whoreship,
witches burn there too,
summoning the inevitable,
feeding the flesh,
circulating the poison,
taking the bait,
a destiny,
a desire,
for telling the future with a target on your back,
a tomorrow left undone,
a forever unable to turn back,
see the cup,
drink the sick,
take the trip,
silence beneath…
Wanting while waiting,
a perpetual voyage into the nothingness,
the mindless misery we call home,
a voice,
a void,
Suffering inside ones own self,
how can the mind lost within the place it only resides?
how can a mind die while it still live?
can it be found in time before the rot takes it all,
can the mind survive the rot?
can the world survive if not?
a void,
a voice,
an emptiness,
a mindless existence,
a tomorrow we will see yet never know..
Upon your finger is your doom,
unrelenting insanity calling you by name,
not only part of you,
but living within and outside of you,
a leech by any other name,
sucking the life from you very bone,
sanctified,
no apology,
justified,
no ideology,
calcified,
this misogyny,
feel the breath of a thousand whores,
know that none of them are yours,
wish to take the pain away,
wish for this to be your final day,
replace the unending hate,
eat from the heavenly plate,
guide your path into the sun,
choose the ring,
lose the thumb,
this dance of insanity was only a preview of what is to come!