Paroxysm

Paroxysm

Paroxysm

The heat that's warming up my soul,
The fury that I feel inside.
Destruction is my only goal,
I am now on St. Anger's side

To rip, to punch, to stomp with hate
To fall, to die, to kill
To take out all the pitch black jade
And give my demon's fill

At this point all that' s light has lost
It's holy light on me.
Right now whatever is the cost
I'll let my darkness free.

My loved please forget my eyes
And don't remember me
This is my face at darker times
When god I cannot see
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# Posté le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 00:31

Modifié le dimanche 18 octobre 2009 01:30

Tears of a Seraph

Tears of a Seraph
His heart bleeds as he sees tears drop from her sad eyes that she's trying so hard to hide. Why is it so painful to watch beauty suffer? She, that he loves like a daughter, like a sister, like a friend, and like a woman at the same time, was breaking his mind with her heartrending face. He wanted to mutilate every living and non-living soul that could've caused this, he wanted to cause a hurricane of destruction and demolish the whole world just to see her wondrous smile resurrect once more. But as he got closer she kept moving farther and farther away. With every move towards her he was another ten away. In painful solitude he has to watch the sorrowful glow of anguish in her eyes and scream at the skies for allowing this to occur.


Fucking March 2008
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# Posté le samedi 07 mars 2009 22:48

Modifié le dimanche 08 mars 2009 16:18

The Wolf and the Butterfly

The Wolf and the Butterfly
The Wolf and the Butterfly

A gorgeous butterfly painted in mesmerizingly beautiful colors that were a mix of yellow, brown and orange was welcomingly soaring through the warm green jungle. A gray wolf was watching her with pleased eyes while silently lying on the soft green grass. Sometimes the butterfly flew so close to the wolf that he'd be able to hear the wondrous flaps of her wings and from time to time she would even land on his rough fur. At those moments the wolf would do his best to freeze trying to extend the moment for at least a tenth of a second and at the same time turn on all his senses to the max hoping to get most out of experiencing this astounding creature. While doing that, the wolf sometimes instinctively turned one of his ears up or made a silent sniff which would make the butterfly fly away, but the wolf would still be lying down in the same spot waiting for the little fairy to once again grant him with the gift of her presence.
Time passed, yet the wondrous pixie wouldn't come back so the wolf waited....and waited. Time passed and the welcoming green wood turned into dead white fields filled with naked willow trees. Time passed...and passed. Yet the wolf was still waiting, lying down in the same spot. The wolf lay in mud, the wolf lay in snow, the wolf lay in rain and then...he just lay.
He lay until it was once again a beautiful day. A beautiful day with prosperous voices of singing birds once again filling the light air through which hundreds of colorful butterflies playfully soared. Together they all created a breathtaking gamut of colors.
Out of those hundreds, one yellow flew right through the spot where the wolf lay. The butterfly stopped and softly landed on what once used to be the nose of a furry animal. Right at that moment every flower growing out of him turned her way with the pleasant breeze accompanying them as if trying to turn on all their senses so that they get the max out of experiencing this astounding creature.


Edited by Mr. Jack
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# Posté le samedi 20 septembre 2008 06:14

Modifié le lundi 08 décembre 2008 15:58

Personal Advice to Self

Personal Advice to Self
All of us, no matter how good we might be, have our own dark corners within us that urge us to do things that our common sense would dictate us not to. We might do it because of peer pressure, under the effect of alcohol or drugs or simply for mere attention of those around us. So when we look for our other half we already know that there is no such thing as complete innocence. A person that seems to be more innocent might attract with their purity, but I think that most of the time they're boring as shit while being with a bad girl or bad boy will most likely lower your moral boundaries. Find one and be one with a balance. A balance of goodie-two- shoes and wicked-hardcore- evil...and try to give more than one chance before you label a person. Don't just lock your heart away and don't just give your heart away because that's downright retarded. It might be hard to be patient, but it's a much heavier burden to be regretful.
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# Posté le samedi 30 août 2008 01:15

A Visit to the Fifth Circle

A Visit to the Fifth Circle
A Visit to the Fifth Circle

Like molten lava they surrounded us, each with a revolting face and an empty heart that is a home to a conscience that has no line between right and horribly wrong. Thirty five lost souls traveling the land for an empty purpose risking everything they have for a doomed destiny.

It was a whole army of them marching past to fight over a thing they didn't even know about. A fight that started due to one drunk man accidentally bumping the shoulder of another which called another and another amplifying the effect over and over. There was blood already. Blood of the first man that managed to run and gather a battalion of ignorant douches just like himself to avenge for something that's worth less than nothing.

Hideous yelling and screaming were being thrown at us, that were doing nothing but merely sitting on the sidewalk. We were just four friends each of a different race dressed in one uniform...A uniform that made us a target for the confused generation that justified their utter violent acts through simple discrimination. Soon the thoughts that were now threatening cries have once again gone through an unneeded metamorphosis turning into brutal action. Those among which we all once stood were now attacking us in an animal like matter. One of us was already on the ground being stomped by a dozen while the others were scattered throughout the crowd trying to escape and fighting off the attackers.

It's hard to not miss the people on your side when there are about three dozens of them surrounding a target of attack nine times smaller. One of them furiously turned around standing chest out looking for the one who pushed him down and thumped the closest person to him. Some took the side of the thumper while others took the side of his victim and so it continued. Seconds later the battle wasn't them against us, but them against them. Everyone was now for himself. All somehow wounded, the four of us once again united and simply walked out of the insolent crowd to watch it eat itself up while rotting in its own principles of blind bestiality.

Wrath is a sin, but only when expressed irrationally. Anger and lust for superiority are both superb sources of energy, but only when used properly. No matter how strong an emotion may be its extravagantly foolish to waste it when one may greatly benefit from it instead of emptily using it for infamous acts.
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# Posté le lundi 21 juillet 2008 12:59