Last Prayers

" God, deliver me from my friends. From my enemies I will deliver myself. "

Some Quotes

"Death, be not Proud. Though Some have called thee Mighty and Dreadful, for Thou art not so. "

-- John Donne Holy Sonnet X

"Death where is thy sting? Love, where is thy glory?"

-- Shakespeare

"Come distortured artists, bitter things seek meaning, even if they're madness to behold!"

-- Cradle Of Filth Death Magick For Adepts

"She's in my voice, in all I do!

Her poison flows in all my veins!

I am the looking-glass of pain,

where she regards herself, the shrew! "

-- Baudelaire from Les fleures du mal

"I dwelt alone in a world of moan And my soul was a stagnant tide."

--Edgar Allan Poe

FREE(DOOM)

Ever green beneath the fragile layer. When cold, they're blue. They engulf me in a seemingly endless liquid embrace, complacent in its warmth. Rarely calm, they call for me to set them free and witness what ripples beneath their ruby folds. I close my eyes to will them away. My words are desperately at bay as their stream courses through me, echoing their requests again. Relentless, as they have ever been. Whispers of pleas immersed in frantic resilience, "Set us free, and in return we shall do the same to you."
This is when my silence breaks with insane prayers to nobody. "Do as told before paralysis-regret". Blades in red scattered across white marble. Veins exhaling the deadly sigh. Free at last.

Deadly Peace

After the lightened haze, she turned her head to be locked in a box of velvet bricks. Walls so thick, cannot hear the sobs of this wretched detachment — desolation bleeds out the eye. So cold, yet soothing; this deadly peace in which She abides. Her home of mirror loathing. A self-constructed castle of fabrications. Beyond are Smiles of paint, sighs of concealed impatience.