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Post by notavailable on Nov 11, 2009 4:24:12 GMT -5
In the darkness of my sleep She came to end the nightmare When I awoke I was swallowed In a shroud of pale emptiness I saw with the clearest vision A frame enshrined in desolation In silent blankness of thought Staring into me like black holes
Oh how death knocked down my door And her warmth brought such comfort More than any friend could provide The atmosphere of a dying breath
Oh how she came and rid my body Of all the life I held so disgustingly dear To show me the peace of solitude The eternity of a nonexistent
Her words escape like slits of smoke Evaporating on oxygen contact Swarmed in black mass of static Like a hive dead in the heart of winter Her empty voice soothes my wounds Walls melt everything separate forms one Six hours unveiling the darkest of words Six more condemning the darkest of worlds
Above a choking December's fog The tops of the trees stand defiant And outside my window carrion birds Descend to feast on a frozen globe (But) In aura embodying goddess black I float away to lonely universes To occupy the empty air and space To lie asleep in the bosom of death
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Post by Shiv on Nov 11, 2009 4:25:20 GMT -5
Dimmu Borgir songtitles
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Post by notavailable on Nov 11, 2009 4:26:15 GMT -5
The f**k man I don't even listen to them.
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Post by Shiv on Nov 11, 2009 4:31:15 GMT -5
GODLESS SAVAGE GARDEN PURITANICAL EUPHORIC MISANTHROPIA DEATH CULT ARMAGEDDON AURA EMBODYING GODDESS BLACK
it fits in Just sayin'
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Post by notavailable on Nov 11, 2009 4:31:58 GMT -5
f**k me
you're right.
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Post by Brent on Nov 11, 2009 5:21:08 GMT -5
I'm not a rocket scientist but it seems your latest writings are about a girl in your life
I could be wrong but it appears that way
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Post by notavailable on Nov 11, 2009 5:35:57 GMT -5
This one actually isn't, its an attempt to get away from that.
Because the last like, 5 have been. Ha.
There is a female, but not a real one. I'm returning to my conceptual side. This is just a fancy tale about the methodical mental self-persuasion process of suicide.
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Post by Fyacin on Nov 11, 2009 16:52:30 GMT -5
I liked this one alot. It was dark, but it didn't feel like it was ranting like some of your other conceptual ones have. This line "Her words escape like slits of smoke Evaporating on oxygen contact Swarmed in black mass of static" In particular has really cool imagery, very original but evocative.
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Post by clareabel on Nov 11, 2009 18:25:19 GMT -5
Too depressing.
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Post by Ferd Berfel on Nov 12, 2009 14:17:14 GMT -5
Excellent. I liked it a lot, actually. The images conjure up thoughts of a house high on a mountain, surrounded by trees. Early morning, in the gray twilight just before the sunrise, as the mist congeals around the trees, obscuring everything to those within it, but not to our humble narrator, who stands at a window just above the treeline. It's very dark and almost Gothic, but I love it. Certainly much better than some of the crap we've been reading in my literature class, which mostly consists of romantic garbage. In my opinion, if it's not dark, depressing and sad, it's not worth reading. EDIT: By the way, Shiv is right
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