Thursday, December 20, 2007

Whispering from the grave

Seventeenth December
Two Thousand and Seven
Seven teeth deceive belief
That thoughts didn't cease
The acid had dissolved
My inner entrails
The worms had ate
My damaged brain
The once strong arms
Can't lift the heavy grave
The once strong legs
Can't bare the heavy bones

I have died
Returned to the dust
With no name
Beyond the grave
Nineteen nicely is done
Ninety nights to come
Nineteen ninety n'one
The year of my wail
Now i lie asleep as a waif
Beyond infinity
This skull won't last for ever
Beyond eternity
These bones won't long for eden
It's dark in here
But i don't have eyes to see
It's quite in here
But i don't have ears to hear
Five feet under
I faced death
The ultimate enemy
It took everything from me
The morning of all the grieves
The moaning of all the winds

Brother 1982-1991

Saturday, November 17, 2007

My Dire Diary

Enough of all the care
The dear confidence
Spare me the condolescence
The dices have been thrown
The tables have been turned
I lost so much
Too much that i could afford
I drew lots, but i was a lousy looter
I threw my life on the knife trade
All the game, and all the greed
Made me on my tracks
All the game, and all the greed
Made my own life at stake
I kept playing cards
Randomly, helplessly
Just to cover all the debts
Just to raise all the debris
But the jinx around my neck
Was getting thicker
Was getting tighten
I had no escape
It was all in the table
For the taking

My heart, naked, raped
Shown off to all
Taking their share of the pride
My past, naked truth
Found out by all
Taking their chance now to strike

With every step i take
There’s a trap
Wide opened jaws
With sharp teeth
In every place i go
There’s a set up
World’s conspiracy
Withdrawal denied
Behind any corner
There’s a shadow
Wisely hidden in the dark
Wickedly awaits for the prey

Every letter, every page
Delivered only to you
Directly written for you
Were a vainly, verily fatal defeat
Were a vanquished, vertigo feeling density
All the secrecy i carefully shared
That you shouldn’t never speak
And the mystery i successfully solved
That you should forever keep
The truth thought to be confined
The trust stained by an injury
Believing never more
Because of your lack of reason
Betraying no more
Because of your act of treason

For the dearest of all my foes
And the direst of all my friends

Friday, August 31, 2007

Where art thou my brother?

When was your birth?
Can remember no more
When was your death?
The day of my own

But i did reborn
Why didn't you?
Why didn't you?
The car were too drunk
You flew away
And crashed against the road
Your head was smashed
Your spike was broken
Your life withered away
Just in a snap moment
Your soul was spilled
Over the redden highway

Ten year old kid
All dressed in black
Black body bag
Taken before his time
See his face
No more
Shall he speak
Never more
Taken inside a drawer
Along with the deaf and dumb
Together with the dead and dreary
In a melancholic waiting room
No talking, nor speaking
Everyone was too quiet to be alive
Everything was too iced to be living

One day, they took you out
To bring another John Doe
That no one cared
That no one knew
And took your naked bones
To the graveyard
They dug up a hole
Thrown your lifeless body into it
Swallowed by the earth
Your flesh returned to it
As the sacred book promissed
Some words of condolence were said here
In a monotonous obliged sympathy
Descending his tomb into the hole
In the depths of the oblivion
One more corpse to be buried on this soil
To perish, to never return
Into the minds of all the presents
Morbid cerimony of mortal remains

What were his name?
Who was him?
No one seems to reply
Nobody seems to answer
But i know!
It was half of my blood
It was flesh of my flesh
It was my brother

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Nada te pertence

Nada do que aqui está é teu
E a ti não te pertence

Estas paredes ouviram e viram
Aquele que aqui residiu
Forasteiro que reclamava este quarto
Monólogos longos, discursos de uma sanidade em declínio
Delírios satíricos, balbuciando devaneios que morriam ali
Estas portas escutavam e espiavam
Pelo buraco da fechadura estreita
Presença invisível que secretamente tudo noticiava
Sombras nocturnas, ocultavam olhos negros de alguém que ali estava ausente
Brisas flutuantes, uivavam gritos gélidos como se alguém ali estivesse presente
Estas janelas sussurravam e espreitavam
Sobre aquele solitário que ali vivia
Arvores camufladas na escuridão da noite
Criaturas enraizadas, retorcendo-se com o vento dos séculos
Cruzes impertinentes, imóveis perante a tempestade de sentimentos

Aquele quarto, decadente como a alma do temporário habitante
Era um pesadelo de que não poderia acordar
Chamas negras trepavam acima pelas paredes pálidas
Como se uma pintura surreal fosse, de um mundo não real
Mas de que um mundo real fazia parte, naquela mente demente
Fotografias de caras que agora eram desconhecidas
Baralhos de cartas que aguardavam um destino qualquer
Livros envelhecidos pelo tempo que nenhuma data assinalavam
Moveis recheados de lembranças que a memória já não tinha recordação
Estantes cobertas de cassetes vazias que as fitas já não tinham gravação

Nesta cela do qual este estava liberto
Mas para sempre aprisionado
Estava um passado desconhecido
Jazia incógnita a identidade
Amnésico sem nada saber, nem nada possuir
As areias do tempo de longe foram dissipadas
Para nunca mais voltarem
E todos os pertences, a outro pertenciam e não a ele
Pois a ele foi tudo dado, mas tudo perdeu
Tudo o que ficou foi a duvida da existência
Tão leve como o ar, tão vazio como as cinzas

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Phoenix Nest

Today i woke up
Earlier this time
It was still night outside
Not a move to chase
Through the endless dark
Not a sound to follow
Through the lifeless matter

But there was a bright light
Outlining the closed door of my room
Almost stifling me with the dense air
But there was a jarred noise
Forcing the blocked entry on my room
Almost burning me with the sudden heat

The water mirror in my eyes
Dare to defy the opposite element
Reflecting the rebel fire
Twisting in front of me
But then i cover my face
Cowering before the flames
Kneeling towards it’s power

I draw back to catch my breath
And press hard the left side of my chest
To ensure that my heart is still beating
And then i haste into the flux barrier
Dodging the ardent fingers of the flames
That seal shut the way behind me

The debris and glasses on the floor
Cut and prick me as i walk barefoot
I tried to scream hoping to hear a survivor
But my voice was smothered by the deafning jangles
Of the explosions collapsing the building

The roof was painted black
By the clouds of smoke
The wooden objects were burned to ash
Everybody were very quiet to be alive
Dead bodies scattered in the floor
Burned corpses still lying down on the beds
Cremated cadavers trapped into the flames

Feeling dizzy for breathing in the coat of smoke
I crawl down in the corridor of flames
Willing to escape
But the walls are closing in
Engulfing me in it’s flames
Close to the exit
I could barely stand on my feet
And as i opened the door
A burst of boiling air throws me out violently
I fell uncounscious a few meters ahead
As the whole building vanish into the flames

Monday, June 25, 2007

Unloved Goddess

This body of her
Refined production
Flawless purity
Undeniable perfection
Soft as the dunes of the scalded deserts
Wild as the waves of the untamed seas
Forbidden as the apples of the ancient tree

The delightful skin
Illuminated by the morning star
Wanted even from beings of above
Burnt gently by the sun light
As if sewn from threads of copper
Still soft as tissue of wool
And appealing to the desire of men

Her golden hair
Floating in the air
With a serene breeze
Like harp strings
Playing a solemn tune
Touched by harmonious winds
Scattering like strings of silk
Spreading like wings of angels

Scarlet fleshy lips
Awakens sexual thoughts
Sensitive wet mouth
Stimulates carnal desires
Empowering to her ascension
Mesmerizing the soul and the spirit
Every heart bound to her will

Through her eyes
Twin precious pearls
Wide enchanted globes
Deep blue as the ocean
Watchful and perceptive
Like a predator
Calm and warm
Like a prey
Gazing at a distant horizon
With a thoughtful look
Dropping tears
Like frozen crystals
Filled with memories of the past
While an imaginable abyss
Slowly devours
The descending sun
Fading the light out

Her shape was exotic
Gift from the gods of the earth
Her beauty was exquisite
Spell from the fairies of the moon
She was wanted from all
Her nudity were holy and sacred
Worshiped and idolized
But never loved

She still waits.
For the one to break the spell
For the one to show her the true love
She would give away all of this
Just to be with him forever

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Ephemeral Sun

It doesn’t matter the day of your birth
It doesn’t matter if you would have never born
It doesn’t matter the people that you know
It doesn’t matter if you would die all alone

The sun rises from the east
Touching and embracing up the sky
Shining and gleaming beyond your eyes

It doesn’t matter the money you have
It doesn’t matter if you would grow poor and frightened
It doesn’t matter the goodness of your heart
It doesn’t matter if you would be perverse and sadistic

The sun stands up high
Flowing and floating in the heaven
Enlighten and warming before your path

It doesn’t matter how sane you are
It doesn’t matter if you would be mad and insane
It doesn’t matter how old you are
It doesn’t matter if you would die soon and young

The sun sets to the west
Freezing and killing down on the earth
Leaving and vanishing behind your backs

All go to the same place;
All come from dust,
And to dust all return

Friday, June 8, 2007

Portrait of John Doe

I grind my teeth
In an expression of rage
And claw my hands
Over my head
It’s hurting again
My skull is closing on in

As my brain beats
Throbbing and thrombotic
Hardening to critical mass
Pumping my eyes with boiling blood

Instead of a heart
Gangrenous and hypothermic
Impaled by frozen icicles of love
Growing an ice field in an inhospitable land

Feeling kinda awkward today
Just like in the last ten years
Sucking my memory dry
Not a thing i can remember
Only this pain, only this wrath
Like memories that abruptly
Flash before my eyes
After a amnesia
After being high
At high speed
In the highway to hell
Not a moment, not even a eye blink
Without the tortures and the eyesores
Not a second, not even a synapses
Without the horrors and the suffering

My pale face crossed out from any painting
Every picture of me
Distorted, faded, vanished

The opaque mirror shattered in sharp shards
Every reflection of me
Broken, severed, smashed

Confusing thoughts, troubled feelings
Are confined inside a twisted mind
Jamming the reality
Messing with my personality
I can be everyone
I can be nobody
I can be John Doe
Knowing nothing about myself
My identity is kept in secret
In the depths of oblivion
Swear i heard my name elsewhere
Whispered by dark shadows
Fleeing away from the high rooftops
Blew out by wild winds
Strange noises sounding like some foreign language
Forbidden spells that cannot be enchanted
Forgotten words that cannot be pronounced
Spoken truth, unsettling mystery, world conspiracy
All makes part of what they want
To cover my existence, to veil my sanity
All makes part of what they know
To counterfeit my visage, to forge my death

They made me hollow, they made me disappear
I am just a stranger with no name
They made me mad, they made me crazy
I am just a psycho with no sanity

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Concrete Jungle

I walk in the streets at night
Made of tar and asphalt
Black and burned
Asphyxia taints the not so distant skies
Making everyone profane and fainted

People disguised in the theme of this city
Faceless visages as if ripped apart from the walls
Stealing skins from yesterdays' statues

Hard and harsh
With no passion. No pity for the weak
Cold and old
With no emotion. No mercy for the dying

In the shadows
Lurk the scavengers
Scratching and wrenching
Metal cans in the shades
Concealed from peoples' eyes
Yet shine as precious treasures
To this defiled creatures
Living in an altogether dimension
Of this brave new world

The streets are narrow
Ending in a vanishing point
Through dense colossus
That scrape the sky
Calling the heaven’s wrath
Engulfing and wrapping
Arching and bending
Like if they were going
To bury us down alive into an abyss
In flames of dust and gray

Wednesday, May 2, 2007

Single-bullet Theory

I was in my bed
Last night
Last night alive
I layed my head on the pillow
And there was something
Something cold and hard
Under my neck
It was freezing and metal shaped
It almost broke my spine

I held it and checked it
It had six holes
Five blank
One bullet
And suddenly
An orchestra of lightnings
Came out from above
Like a call of warning
Giving me a feeling
That my destiny were tied
To the very bullet of that gun

And i started to love it
And i begun to want it
Like if the bullet inside
Had life itself
And it captured my will
It wanted to come out
Come out in a passionate erection
It wanted to come out
Come out in a explosive passion

It was loaded, demented
So were i
It was ready, suicidal
So were i

First shot
Nothing happened
But my heart started to beat faster

Second shot
Nothing happened
But my hand started to tremble

Third Shot
Nothing happened
But my legs begun to shake

Fourth Shot
Nothing happened
But my head felt it like it had

Fifth Shot
Nothing happened
But my life flashed right in front of my eyes

Sixth Shot
And my fate was sealed

The bullet got stuck in the middle of my brain

I fell abruptly on the ground
Drooling and convulsing
My eyes were blank
Like the six holes were now
Now that the bullet was expelled
Infused deep into my brain
To never be extracted
Taking my life with it
To be forever a part of me
Laying me now
In this red pillow
Made of my own blood

Like a parasite organism
The bullet had fed
On my emotions
Of love and hate
On my feelings
Of pleasure and pain
On my fears
Of life and death

Laying in my death bed
Until my rotten body
Vanish into the dust
Leaving only a skeleton
As cold as the bullet
Forever trappedAs hard as the bullet
Inside my skull

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Midnight alignment

The world is a metal shaped
Clockworking device
Tick, tack
Tick, tack
Banging at the sound of battle drums
Beating at the speed of heart beats
March, march!
March, march!Trembling at the rush of steel impetus
Cracking at the hysteria of frantic ammo
Tick, tack
Tick, tack
Every year, every day
Every hour, every second
Expiring at the rate of brain synapses
Ending at the death of thousand people
Bang, bang!
Bang, bang!

Marking a fuse with a death warranty
Launching a rocket with a nuclear warhead
Time is nigh!
Time is now!
It’s eleven, fifty five
ing until the final countdown
It’s eleven, fifty six
ing into the fatal fallout
Time is nigh!
Time is now!

The pointers are sharp
And made of steel
It’s eleven, fifty seven
Like two eager swords
Eager for slaughter and thirsty for blood
It’s eleven, fifty eight
Like two trap doors
Closing on in, crushing all late in time
It’s eleven, fifty nine
Like two scissors blades
Cutting off all that took till the last minute
Tis time, yes it is time!
Time is nigh, time is now!
Midnight alignment!
Midnight alignment!

Every bell in a solemn tune
Singing in a perfect symphony
Dramatic ballads in the scheme of night
Unveiling the secrecy of the darkness
In a melancholic ceremony
To start a new circle of life

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Chimera's Dream

I don't know what or who
I may seem to be
I don't know when or where
I may seem to belong

Am i some angel's descent?
Am i some demon's ancestry?
Am i some ghost's apparition?

Sometimes i feel
My heart is paragon
Sometimes i feel
My will is malignant
Sometimes i feel
My mind is shattered

Not fallen but earthly
No! Not a son of lilith!
Hollow and meaningless

The purest of the innocence
Lightening up in my chest
Like a flawless diamond
Blessing the life from within

The blackest of the pain
Lacquering inside my inner self
Like a ruthless amethyst
Burning the life from within

The faintest of the sorrow
Swallowing my reason to be
Like a worthless glass
Faking the life from within

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Temperamental Seasons

I look upon the spring fields
Here on this doubtful morning
Life born, soul blazing
Sprouted by an impelling vitality
Replenished by an impetuous vivacity

I stare upon the summer skies
Here on this towering sun
Broken dreams, hybrid experiments
Carried out by a severe reality
Missed out by several reasons

I gaze upon the autumn leaves
Here on this thoughtful twilight
Past torn, memories leavings
Washed away by a serene wait
Taken away by a sensible wind

I watch upon the winter nights
Here on this lethargic moon
Regrets restrained, resentments redeemed
Forgiven by an eternal glory
Forgotten by an ephemeral body

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Tempus fugit

The sky turns reddish
For the blood that will be shed
The sun became darker
As the hearts of the mankind
These are the signs of the end

The nature showing it's wrath
Thunders and storms
Claiming the lives of the men
Quakes and hurricanes
Frightening the minds of so many
Bigger disasters will come

Governments preparing for war
Planes and bombs
Tearing the skies of the earth
Tanks and guns
Trembling the ground of our homeland
Nuclear winter is at hand

The Maker carry out his prophecies
The Maker and Pure Angels
Raining fire from above
The Mighty and Heaven Guardians
Reigning on the last millennium
These are the signs of the end

No Man's Land

The world had fallen in ruin
Covered in a coat of sulphur
Poisoning all life underneath it
A sea of flames fell from the sky
Turning every body in tormented souls
They born again
Leaving their corpses behind
Getting a new life of anguish and pain
In an ethereal form
Unknown and unnamed
Breathing insanity from within
They become rotten
Undead and unholy
Their screams break up the silence
Of this unreal reality
Roaming somewhere distant from existence
Disconnected and dislocated from time
They are condemned to be a delusion
In an illusory world

I was there
Among them
On my knees screaming for salvation
Gazing at the twisted sky
As my eyes vanish in flames
And my flesh rots with the shed of my own blood
That tainted the ground under my feet
As i leave my lifeless body
I became a faceless soul
Without a name
Without a number
The once untold future
Now, had became so clear to me
All the pain and anguish i felt
Will be with me
On this never-ending path

Seelen auf stein
Ohne Leben
Verloren in der Ewigkeit
Ewig ins Verderben

Monday, January 15, 2007

The end of ages

The world turned out grotesque and macabre

I was there
When the sky rained fire down on us
I was there
When the ground trembled under our feet
I was there
When the earth swallowed up everyone
I was there
When the volcanic fire torched to ash their flesh
I was there
When the sea waters tore apart the life of so many
I was there
When the end claimed the fear of their hearts

I heard their screams sobering for salvation
I saw their eyes shaking with horror
I felt their hearts fearing the death
I smelled their blood spilled on the floor

Now, the earth is empty of life
Then, the ravens came
Known as bearers of plagues and disasters
On the ancient times
They brought now death to our land
Their presence is a omen of terrible things
They announced the end of the ages

Saturday, January 6, 2007

The beauty of the beast

Hey, who's there
At the dark corner?
How long have you been there?
You're hollow and empty
Have you ever saw yourself in the light?
I don't see no one but you
Still there's nothing to see
I can barely see you
You were too much time
There in this shades of youth
Unknown for too long
In this world of them

Hey what's that
The thing you wear?
How come your mask is still there?
You're hideous and putrid
Have you ever looked yourself at the mirror?
i don't see such purity but you
Still there's nothing pure
I can't see your face
You were too much time hidden
There with this mask of yours
Unreal for your soul
In this world of men

Friday, January 5, 2007

The room

I found myself locked in here
With no doors
There is no way out
With no windows
There is no light
The walls imprisoned me

I know nothing about the world outside
No sunshine... no sunlight...
I know only about the womb outcome
So dark, so cold... so sad, so hollow...

A dungeon where i fall deep
Falling deep... so deep...
A dungeon where i turn black
Turning black... so black...
Memories never to be forgotten
Endlessly... eternally... forevermore...
Sins never to be forgiven
Sentenced... never-ending... perpetually...
Oh... let this room burn
Make it burn, make it fade
With all my past
My riddles never to be uncovered
Oh... let this room perish
Make it perish, make it gone
With me along with it
My body never to be found

Tales of the damned

What would you do
If in your life was no color, just black and white?
What would you do
If at your side was a chasm, too blank and wide?

It's dark and dusk, and you wanted to hit the bottom

What would you do
With a open hand holding your heart?
What would you do
With a loaded gun pointed to your head?

It's old and cold, and your finger was firmly tied to the trigger

What would you do
If the sun was just too bright?
What would you do
If you were saner in the dark?

It's dazzling and deafening, and the night were safer than the light

What would you do
With your neck hung in some ancient tree?
What would you do
With your feet relenting to touch the ground?

It's cramped and choked, you changed your mind, you wanted to reach the floor

What would you do
If the world you were living would fade in just a sigh?
What would you do
If the world you were living was just a lie?

It's fake and fallacious, and it never existed

Thursday, January 4, 2007

Scent of my birth

Since the scent of my birth
I have been hunted
By the forthcoming future
Unknown visions still buried in time
Untold voices resting in silence
Unspoken truth remaining in doubt
Now revealed to me
But still my path is hidden
Clear from insights
Insights still to awake

Since the essence of my fate
I have been haunted
By the malicious darkness
Unreal spirits still hollow in dark
Unholy specters resting in haze
Unearthly ghosts remaining in shadows
Now revealed to me
But still my path is concealed
Sealed in mazes
Mazes still to unlock

For the fortitude
And for the weakness
May this destiny of mine
Perjure to my future?

For the cradle
And for the grave
May this darkness of mine
vanish to my oblivion?

"When the ash will bloom from the ground
When the blood will flood all the seas
When the dust will fill the winds
You shall have your share on the earth"

Castle of thoughts

A castle keeps his confinement
Walled in by barriers of lunacy
Lost in the unending mazes of his mind
Staggering in a winding tornado of delusions

House to ghosts from the past
Already vivid and faded
But not exorcised yet
So they're presence still lurks in here
Wrenching abruptly the memories from very deep

The Gardens of solitude holds many secrets
Familiar faces are shaped in the trees
Gesticulating and showing expressions of wrath
Unrecognizable figures run into the bushes
Unexpectedly and randomly come out with a shiny dagger
The secret way out is long lost in the depths of oblivion
Imprisoning forever who dares to come inside

Windows display a painting of darkness
Trembling violently with the tempest of feelings
Letting in here the shadows of out there
Shattering the glass to pieces
The shades scream in despair
Making sounds that chill the bones
Fading instantly as the thunder's lights vanishes

Room for more guests are no longer available
Even if the last ones had gone centuries ago
The beds are still undone
The closets doors are wide open
The chairs still swing back to forward
The stench of their bodies can still be felt
Years after the last ones had disappeared
Their reminiscences are still sculpted on these walls

The road out the mansion is cursed
No one ventures to cross this path
And those who did, have been consumed
Consumed by their own insanity and solitude
No longer capable of facing reality
They remain forever in the castle of thoughts

The one in the mirror

Inside of me
There were always
Someone else
Is it bright?
Is it black?
Is it friend?
Is it foe?
Is it sane?
Is it mad?
Is it me?
Or someone else?

My mind feeds both
For left and right
My blood boils both
For me and him
My heart turns both
Bright and dark
My soul is both
Good and evil?
Is it me?
Or someone else?
Instead of black and white
I stand gray
Knowing not
What share is his
Knowing not
What share is mine
I stare at the one in the mirror

And the one in the mirror stares back
And says:
Is it me?
Or someone else?

Looking for myself

I am looking for my true self
Crossing mountains and plains
Engulfed by the darkest walls of the night
Drowning in the coldest waters of the ocean
Jumping off the deepest abyss of the earth

Just to find myself
Where are you ghostman?
In search of a figure of me
Where are you madman?

I am looking for my true self
Crossing worlds and galaxies
Covered by the black void of reality
Vanishing in the far depths of the universe
Falling off the dark holes of space

Just to find myself
Where are you ghostman?
In search of a figure of me
Where are you madman?

While crossing all the lands and seas
While traveling all planets and stars
He was right over my shoulder
Whispering insane things in my ears
Mesmerized by his thoughts
I fell deep into my mind
An empty space along with nothingness
An lonely place along with madness
I found you ghostman...
There was nothing else but me
I found you madman...
There was nobody but me

The eyes of the night

The night is dark
So deceitful so direful
The night is eternal
So mysterious so lustful
She hides her secrets
In the dark mist
She conceals her treasures
In the deep haze

She brings us fear
To our hearts
She brings us fascination
To our minds

She holds the saint pedestal
White light under the black coat
She holds the sacred necklace
Blessed moon under the mourning sky

She stalks near
Silently, yet so shuddering
She siddles near
Slowly, yet so viciously

She is lightless
So full of life
Her eyes watches us
So carefully so cautiously
Her eyes gazes upon us
So deeply so sensually

Will her riddles be endlessly unknown?
Will her truth be eternally untold?

We can only know that those eyes
Will forevermore be enchanting our minds
We can only know that those eyes
Will forevermore be 'witching our hearts

The inner beast

When i woke up
I heard something
Something stalking
In my room

Under the closet
There was a rope
With a single purpose
A purpose for no one
But myself

In the bathroom i saw a figure
Beyond the thick mirror
Staring at me
And it moved towards me
Shattering the glass
Throwing the shards in my face
That stunned me
Piercing my face
And in a second there
It was gone

When i went out for a walk
I blinked the brightless corner
Across the street
As the sun eclipsed there
It was revealed to myself
I could see his glazed eyes in the shade
His mouth mocking at me
And the sharp knife
Behind it's backs
But as i ran there
The sun dazzled my eyes
And there was nobody

Later on
It was getting dark
And the darkness
Was closing in on me
I could only see
The shapeless trees
As the moon shined
Howling and screaming
As the wind blew
I didn't find it
But it wouldn't hide in the dark no more
Because this is it's realm
And it was very near
I could hear it
And i could smell his stinky breath
The stench of hate and putrid
Was entangled
In my clothes
In my flesh
In my blood

He hides no more from me
Now it comes
To claim what is his
My soul and my body
My mind and my heart
Now i see it every time
When i close my eyes
His eyes and his mouth
Engulfed in fire of hate
Never let me rest

When i am awake
He came to me
In delusions
When i am asleep
He owns me
In nightmares

When i fell asleep
At that night
I felt something
Something crawling
In my bed

Under my pillow
There was a gun
With a single bullet
A bullet for no one
But myself

Everyone has a beast inside them
It rests silently in the dark of our spirit

Will you be bright enough
To never watch it's visage?

Will you be lucky enough
To never witness it's awake?

Will you be strong enough
To keep your mind sane?

Will you be tough enough
To keep the monster away?

Wednesday, January 3, 2007

Gardens of Sorrow

Once upon a time
I was a child
A innocent child
I was sane
I was free

Life as been taken away from me
Like a deafening lightning
Like a stunning lighting
That awoken me up to the real world
That blinded me to the dark world
That brought out the insane world
Life was so real
Life was so cold
Even if i try
(Echoed screams out from my soul)
Even if i cry
(Wrenched tears out from my eyes)
Even if i die
(Faded breaths out from within)
There was no way to bring back
The sanity drained away from me
There was no way to bring back
The life taken away from me

I await for the light to come back
In this everlasting rainy night
I await for the past to come back
In this everlasting empty life

Tuesday, January 2, 2007

- Introduction -

"This is the holy shrine for a mere mortal
His birth before his time has never been prophesied
His presence certainly is not meant to be noticed
His name beyond his time will never be mentioned"

"This is not the story of a hero
More probably of a ghost
And like all the living things
He came from the planet
And in case no divine force will intervene
Will ultimately return to it"

"In the hope that his existence could not be in vain
Maybe for vindication, or just for vanity
Some words will be written
By the only one that vaguely knows this ephemeral character"

"Just a black figure in the mist....
....melancholy melody singing for the myth....
....silenced whispers roaming away with the wind....
....formless shaped in the depths that the night brings...."

"A mystery to the others, stranger to the self....
....invisible, hollow, concealed from human sight...
....hidden well it is the horror which engulfs his soul in the night....
....unknown in this world of sin, unaware of the fate of his....
....faded from the earth, vanished to another place."

"Murky masquerade faking his face....
....behind a mask that he sculpted....
....hiding the scars from a time that he vividly remembers....
....concealing a visage already raped by the memories of long ago....
....head laying low in shame....
....head held high in guilt....
....dying and inanimate....
....swinging in some dead tree."

"It was spring when another baby child was born
Crying and screaming
Reluctant to come into this world
Still unaware of the faith of his
Weak little child.... ....lost-fated kind....

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?

Years passed by and his brother had already passed away....
Years passed by and another tales have been revived....
Legends of demons and spirits that haunt....
Stories of betrayal and theories of conspiracy....
Inside the ears of a pure child were whispered....

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?

Twenty more winters and his dreams had already faded
Twenty more winters and this child were pure no more
Ruthless ego and a self blinded by tragedy
Conflictual personality and unstable mood
Into the mind of a poor waif were manifested

Where is the womb of his seed?
Where is the mother of this son?"

"He dreamt he was a person
He dreamt he was a phantom
He dreamt he was a loner
He dreamt he was a lover
He dreamt he was a friend
He dreamt he was a foe
He dreamt he was a freeman
He dreamt he was a madman
He dreamt he was a patient
He dreamt he was a psycho
He dreamt he was a doctor
He dreamt he was a delirious
He dreamt he was a insane
He dreamt he was a inmate
He dreamt he was a sane
He dreamt he was a saint
He dreamt he was a child
He dreamt he was a waif
He dreamt he was a wisher
He dreamt he was a sinner
He dreamt he was a killer
He dreamt he was a ripper
He dreamt he was a stubborn
He dreamt he was a stabber
He dreamt he was a raped
He dreamt he was a raper
He dreamt...and he thought
He would be
All of this
But none of this was real."

"In his veins run the poison of sorrow....
Ruthless and merciless....
Slowly flowing....
Firmly entangled in his blood....
Keeping him alive but burning him inside....

In his depths glows the fire of pain and rage....
Freezing his soul as the coldest ice....
Blackening his body as the darkest shadow....
Heating his eyes as the hottest star....

In his mouth no word can be heard....
Sealed shut with nails of cruelty....
To forever trap inside all the evils of the earth....
To never let the outer world remember what they did to him....

But his suffering may save him when the skies will shatter the earth....
But his pain may spare him when the Mighty will shake the world...."

"Shadows and figures out of desperation
Shades and figments of his imagination
Mumble incoherently trying to speak with him
Telling him about their thoughts and confessions
But revealing too their identities
(Mis) fortune tellers talking about the origin of the universe
And the omen of the end of all things
Leaving behind only tears and sighs
Vanishing with a fading smile
Disappearing just like in a dream"

"In the dark corners of his heart
Rests a silent force
Aware of the corruption
That had defiled his body
A sleeping guardian
Bringing both salvation and desolation
To save him from his will
Hurting him if needed:

Reddened eyes
Blackened face
Sarcastic smile
Sharpen dagger
Waiting in the shadows to awake

Invulnerable Powerful
Ruthless unmerciful
Mind produced
Ultimate resource
Making him suffer
Making him safer"

"For all the dreamless nightmares....
....and for all the hopeless nights....
....the past before his time was perpetually unfortunate....
....He is the descendent of madness....
....He is the son of the insane....
....will he share their heritage?....
....will he own their lineage?"

"From previous battles and pages of history that now remain forgotten, he holds deep scars.... ....severely wounded from tempestuous times, these marks are a permanent remembrance of his past to forever be attached to his soul, but none could ever foreseen this chain of events, and nothing could ever postpone its consequences.... and because too many tears were spilled, and rage torn his heart apart, drying his eyes blind and making his soul divided.... ........if you touch these scars, it will make him bleed, but it will never ever make him cry.... it will make him tremble, but it will never make him crumble...."

"He lost so many things.... ....but he lost something else........he lost one of his blood.... ....the soul that he barely knew.... ....the one that died in that terrible accident.... ....the accident that took so much of him.... ....the one that he remembers no more....

Once he was half blooded of him
Now he had gone to the desert of lost souls....
Once he was vivid and alive
Now he had just returned to the planet...."

"Unscathed secrets and unsettled mysteries lie hidden in some uncharted island which will never be unearthed....
Compromising skeletons and compelling intentions are held in a coffin which shall forever be confined...."

"At night in the streets and alleys
He sees only what is beyond reality
Not people nor animals
Not demons nor angels
Just visages without masks
Just figures without disguises
Some are black others are bright
Some are red others are blue
Putridity or purity
At the sight of visages or figures
Hatred or fear
Hidden by no masks nor disguises"

"He is gone now.... gone to war.... war with himself
With lots of guns, grenades and all the gore
With the bombs, the bullets and all the blood
He is gone now.... ghost, little waif.... warrior by himself
With lots of scars, slashes and all the sorrow
With the cuts, the cries and all the carnage
He is gone now.... gone away.... where is none but himself
With lots of bodies, bones and all the butchery
With the craters, the cracks and all the coffins.
He is gone now.... ....gone astray.... ....what has become of him?"

"The look of eyes hurts him more than a stab of a knife
The smile of someone reminds him of something evil
The hug of a beloved one engulfs him in a lacquering fire
The touch of a hand on his skin petrify his mourning heart
The kiss of passion freezes his lungs to ice
But he is more than you can see
But he is more than flesh and bones
But he is more than fear and berserk
But he is more than a loveless loner
But he is more than what pain has made of him
And there is more beyond what his willing to give
And there is more beyond, if you are worthy to take"

"Do you want to see him?
Do not stare at him
But look for within
Do you want to know him?
Do not talk to him
But listen to within
Do you want to love him?
Do not kiss him
But reach for within"