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~ In the shadows of the night~

It is in the shadows that they live,
Behind the scenes, or so it would seem.
I was just a child then,
I only thought it to be a dream.

They came to me mostly in the night,
I remember that their faces seemed so real,
Their hands as cold as ice,
What they wanted, soon I would find that only time would tell.

I was a lonely child,
Wishing for a friend.
They stood outside my door waiting,
I smiled inviting them in, not knowing it might soon be my end.

Foolish I was,
Siting there in my bed.
I watched them move closer,
And then I seen their eyes, a dark blood red.

A wicked grin played on their lips,
and I knew they could taste my fear.
I felt their presence,
I could smell the death in the air.

Time seemed to have stopped,
And yet so many memories and thoughts flashed through my mind,
They reached out and grabbed me,
I stared into their eyes asking myself why was I so blind?

The last part of that night is still unclear to me,
But even now I still ask myself, why couldn't I see,
Why was I so nievee,
What they wanted was me

I am the voice unspoken,
The song without words,
I am music without notes.
I am faceless, featureless…

“Bleed me dry”
I whisper to dry hearts,
“Take my life”
I taunt with my eyes.

“Take it all”
You know the truth of it…


”Kill me here”

I sit upon my throne,
Playing my violin alone,
Such sweet sorrow, I've never thought of play,
In silence I play, without a ply

How bitter a soul, how tender a sound!
Serenity in my soul has now been found!
A lulling dream, laced in despair,
From a fearsome dark soul's own nightmare

Trapped forever, in darkened fire,
Without hope of flying any higher,
In tainted wings, I hide in sin,
With my beloved violin

The notes float desperately to the Heavens above,
Daemonic grace, a monstrous love,
Who knew I could cherish her like so?
Decadence of sound from soul of hell below

Hearing the echo's of my own sound, I recall,
The tragic day when the angel did fall,
A tear proclaims great lament within,
To separate Oneself from Their beloved kin

A noxious moment, a wretched breath,
As I listen to the sonata of my own death,
A beautiful plague infests both ears,
Upon every note that beckons

Lo and behold, a great polyphony of strings!
Enough to rip me apart with sadness,
The sounds now bind me, like horrid chains,
And you may feel the soul's pains

It is difficult to know how a soul so infernal,
Could produce such beautiful music, eternal,
Perhaps I have never lost my heart,
to produce such wondrous works of art

Look to the sky, and embrace the rain,
Listen to my eternal disdain,
See past the fire and the burning coals,
And help me to free the withered soul

I walk to relieve the pain,........... I walk to be found
I walk to clear my head,............. and I walk to be profound

I walk to find myself, I walk to find help
I walk to find the innocence I once had,......I walk to find my lost soul

I walk to know how I feel.
But I am lost and find nothing

I do not get what I reach for, what I scream for


So here I am wanting more,
Reaching, hoping, tormenting, loosing &........ Lost,

FIND ME !

Stress, Hate, Rage, Loneliness......ripping, tearing,
Fighting its way into my soul like an uncontrollable wild fire....

Solace I seek, but the
Bone-deep weary tiredness keeps my
Feet from leaving the road.

I'm on a dusty broken path
Strewn with broken glass and
Thorns from the Red Blood Roses
You sent behind.

If I only had the emotions
The energy to expend...

I would hate you with all of my being
But as it is, I'll just keep walking
Towards the end.

I was in the area.. so decided to stop by
and see him at work..one day around lunchtime.
there you sat in your jeep.. so i got in,
you seemed surprised but happy to see me..
You opened your lunchbox, and my heart grew cold and weak
it was empty save for three beers and a mickey of cc ..
Seeing the look on my face.. You said please don't look
at me with that look of disappoinment..
And then offered me a drink.. it was 1145 am..
I drove home in a fog, emotions running the gamut.
dissapointment, fear and anger.. overwhelming me..
And wondering about the people who would be driving
the same highway, a few short hours later that day..
Never suspecting that the nice looking man in the black jeep
had just had a liquid lunch that day.

Make
you what you
wish that
Life
will
play these
Broads
& games
fishing
in amnisty

Radiation, and mutation,
Rads and Roentgens, oh.
Annelids and crustaceans,
Nucleotides all aglow.
Warped and twisted DNA,
Mutation is the price we pay.
Apocalypse and Armageddon,
Toxic waste, they had a taste,
Human hubris, aftermath
Steaming slag, they took a bath
In isomers and isotopes
Show this glow worm
The wasteland ropes,
Uranium is our elixer,
Plutonium is the divine fixer,
Radium is for our dinner,
This, the realm of the sinner,
Here is hell, there is no winner.

Flower for you dear sir,
yes you,
with bloody mouth and hands
with my meat on them.




Just found it,written 14.07.2005

I run as I catch my breath
Not looking back
Not needing to for I see it
and feel it inside of me.
Moving fast yet
its stains of discomfort
linger within me.

Unable to escape
Its grasp holds me tight
I struggle to be free
but again lose the fight.

I fear in its silence
too quiet and still
A overwhelming
moment-
Unseen abuse.
Thats taken over me.

Too shocked to move.
My body shows its fear.
violent shakes as emotions
of the past reappear.

As quiet as air.
As dark as the night

Invisible to the light
The hidden secret will never be redeemed.