Death : Of Fimiliars

A wreath is ecclesiastical on my head, preaching me of its inevitable symmetry and unyielding diligence. A foreseeable perdition of what is yet to come, and how life will end with no regard of how it withered to ash and dust. "You believe the eyes only venture once when lastly glazed, as I take you under my wings of eternal slumber. But I am in every dismal face, devouring pieces of the fragile soul. I take your pain onto me; your mortal loss is solely my gain. Into my hollow valley, you find your remains. So why fear me as life passes you by if the moment you're born you begin to die?"

Suicide Veil

This is to you, my forlorn Madness, My untimely Death.

A sacrifice in the flight of dawn

The beauty of twisted reality

In my heart, my dreams

A sacrifice for freedom

Alone in the grace of the dark

The pains of a failed generation

I longed for the death of the sun

Another glorious revelation

Destiny's plan for ruin

I danced with the shadows

In tranquil chaos, I lay naked in the rain

An interception of light

A disturbing memory

This suicide veil I wear in shame

Written by D. Patterson

Anathema

Unforsaken

I cannot forsake this life, for it is only mine. In my own step, I walk into demise. I am not one of the flock. I am not child of god. They are sanctified before they die, baptized in blood and forsaken dreams.

Of Verlaine's

It Rains In My Heart…

(Romances Sans Paroles: Arriettes Oubliées I)

It rains for no reason

in this heart without heart.

What? And no treason?

A grief without reason?

It’s pain’s darkest state

not to know why,

my heart feels such weight

without love, without hate.

-to beloved Sophie