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Stolen RequiemMirrors are no use; you can't be yourself when standing still, Perched resentment on the tip of quick-firing lips. A rush of madness in seductive requiem, To claw and burrow beneath another man's skin, With the strength of a beast, locked with no key, Scarecrow fishermen have hooked a mind with the darkness disease, Drowned in the memories, conditioned to the pain.Stolen Requiem
Sharp, skeletal limbs probe the cerebral canal, With blood they write all in denial. The temple formed and the burning forge, Hastily breaking familiar, old bones, A moment of weakness, cold, uninspired,
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Crimson EngineScrape the skin and drink the poison, An organised mess exploding the surrounding, Caught in the tempest, lost in the darkness of the valley, Rusted in the centre of motion.Crimson Engine
The feeling of cosmic intervention, Tearing through a rapid sensation, Crimson curtains unveil the audience, To jest and tease into seduction, Climatic ridge delves even deeper, Pressure digs and steams the engine, Lighting the fire inside the temple, Chaos rules, as the air gets tighter, The man who relies on faithful shoes walks barefoot into winter.
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Shadow WatcherFallen flakes of sorrow melting, Domination of the species extracted and bottled, With a head in the clouds, but a stride of a familiar stranger, The fallen, forgotten mystery of how I got sore.Shadow Watcher
Tearing through streets, wild and primal, Asking my shadow to tell me his life story. Pride wounded, beaten and swollen, A lesson never learned until the tearing of muscle.
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The Penniless Slumber of WillWe sweep away the nature; burn the evidence away, Running from the sun, as it doesn’t set on everyone’s day. To feel a heartbeat tensed, encaged, Traffic directed with no intuition and mind, To stop or go; dive straight in, There are whispers on the breeze that you’re not living. To feel, to dream, Climbing the bricks of every wall, Bursting, edging, to each sunrise, There are four corners in the box your judgement is in.The Penniless Slumber of Will
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The Passage of TimeConsider this:The Passage of Time
Moment by moment is fractured by chaos, nothing is ever still And life, fighting for order yet order is silenced by another will- For reality to beckon life it must partake of its brethren chance Building togheter what moments later must crumble... see a shadow dance?
Nothing more or nothing hence can bring to be All those wishes and all those dreams you thought Your life was worth or meant to achieve, for you see What you build is quite rarely what you sought
In here lies the many troubled hearts and minds Not of youth who think nothing fo
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- Current Residence: UK
- Interests: Music, poetry, writing, dark gothic and horror stuff, and anything Halloween. Life and introspect.
- Favourite movie: Naked Lunch, House of 1000 Corpses, The Dreamers, 28 Days Later, Aeon Flux (the anime)
- Favourite band or musician: Modest Mouse, NIN, Marilyn Manson (nothing past Holywood), JJ72, Beck, Muse, Nirvana, The Doors,
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Indie, some metal.
- Favourite poet or writer: William S. Burroughs, Poppy Z Brite
- Favourite style of art: Self-expression,
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation and PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Aeon Flux/Trevor Goodchild, Bender from Futurama, Stewie from Family Guy
- Personal Quote: Learn from your mistakes, so that one day you can repeat them precisely.
- Tools of the Trade: Coffee.
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