Prelude to Oblivion:
I have suffered in silence for too long; it is now time to unleash hell
In the cell I have created in my mind, I have finally broken free
I have been lost to the light for so long, that its delicate glow burns my eyes
I am no longer myself, having destroyed that part of me that the world knew
This is my Prelude to Oblivion
I do not know where my life journey is taking me any more
I do not know if I truly knew where it was going before
My mind wants to continue, but my feet restist the urge to go
I feel like I have been caught up in an undertow
This is my Prelude to Oblivion
Am I alive or dead and dreaming?
Do I really even care?
My life is not worth continuing without love to sustain it
I have not known the love of another for so long; true love is so hard to find
This is my Prelude to Oblivion
Lay me to rest; close my eyes for the nap that will last for eternity
Death is much more preferred to this hellish existence
My family might condemn my soul to hell, but I already know the taste of brimstone
Take me, oh mother earth, back into your womb; use me as the rest of the world has
I am Obsolete; Welcome to Oblivion
Tired:
I am tired of running after you, because you do not seem to want to be caught
I gave you my soul and heart, but I have found that they were thrown away
My laughter has turned into bitter weeping; my feelings are not being reciprocated.
I am just so tired, tired of everything
The banter I had with you lifted me to another plane of existence
You made me happy for such a brief period of time
Now, I am a ruined man, not knowing if I want to live or die
I am just so tired, tired of everything
Your loving words seemed to fall so easily from your lips and fingers
My words were filled with love for you and my soul sang for the first time in years
You made me want to live again, it was no longer so painful; but it is not the same now
I am just so tired, tired of everything
I know you are busy, so am I, but I try writing to you everyday
I guess I am not important enough in your world, being so far away
Out of sight must mean out of mind; I am out of mine right now
I am just so tired, tired of everything
I think about what I could have done wrong, but I guess that is not the problem
Distance has not made your heart grow fonder, but despondent
A thousand miles and 18 hours away is all the valley your heart needed to shun mine
I am just so tired, tired of everything
When I use to close my eyes, it was your face I saw and your voice I heard
Now when I close my eyes, I only see darkness and the void my life is falling into
I know that Heaven is a lie, especially here on Earth
I am just so tired, tired of everything
I will never give my heart away again
It has been abused and crushed under the wheels of too many
My lot in life is not to ever know true love or happiness
I am just so tired, tired of everything
I AM THE DARKNESS:
Born of the night, my soul has never seen the light of day
I hunger for the pristine beauty of pure innocence
I will devour you and cast you into the burning pit of eternal night
I am the darkness
Seek and you shall find, a hell like you have never imagined
I shall flay your skin from your naked bones with just a word
Your screams will go unheard as you descend into the earth
I am the darkness
I care not for the worries and needs of the world
Your darkest hour is upon you
Beg for mercy and you shall receive none
I am the darkness
My shadow I shall cast over your dreams destroying them where they stand
As my slave you will do my bidding
Your soul you shall forfeit to the dark
I am the darkness
You speak of love and loyalty
These concepts have no meaning to me
I am true hate and betrayal
I am the darkness
UNDERLYING BELIEFS IN KINDNESS:
My dreams lay unrealized in the soil of fractured guilt and in pools of lies
My underlying belief in kindness has been pushed from my minds eye
I have squeezed my heart and soul without the regard to life or limb
Kindness is a frailty that the world will only allow once, she then guts me in a spray of
blood and gore.
My entrails are purged from my body in a crimson cascade that soaks the trodden ground at
my feet.
Evisceration as the knife passes from the left to the right, hemorrhaging vessels and arteries
throw themselves from my broken body.
The knife becomes my lover for a brief moment, as the ecstasy of knowing no gender is thrust
upon my existence.
Now the perennial blade opens my throat more than any song ever did.
I choke on my tongue and blood as the visceral swirl of those things inside me become visible
for all to see.
I am truly an open book for the coroner to read.
My underlying belief in kindness has now been cut from me...I shall believe no more.
AGONY IS THY NAME
Unbridled principals placed in a sepulcher of timeless death and anonymity.
Run from your fate as long as you can, but in the end it shall catch up to
you, making your heaven into a hell.
AGONY IS THY NAME...
Broken on the wheel of life and betrayed by the love of another, eternity
steals in like a thief in the night.
My soul and heart have been ransacked and all that I held dear are no longer
mine to behold and cradle.
AGONY IS THY NAME...
Tasting the bitter hate of one despised and abhorred; make your bed in the
den of lies and iniquity.
I put in my order, DO NOT RESUSCITATE, when I am gone I want to stay gone;
and by the grace of all, it shall be so.
AGONY IS THY NAME...
THE END OF THE CHAPTER:
The fog rolls in off the bank of the river. The cold is so intense
that it chills the marrow in my bones.
The kiss of death is planted on my lips; so cold and pale are my lips.
I sink into the black, murky depths of eternal sleep.
My eyes are closed, but I feel the caress of Hell's fire upon my flesh.
The heat does not comfort my frozen form, but adds to the agony of my non-existence.
I was fooled into believing that love exists in this world.
Love is just a broken promise that we put our false hope into.
Love will destroy you faster than hate; with hate you know where you
stand.
In loves stinking embrace I put my faith and life.
My body has withered from the corrosive touch of lies and treachery.
What is love, but a foul persona that invades our hearts and souls?
Love...LIES.
Into Hell I cascade; swallowed by my own evil.
Judge me for my sins and condemn me into eternal night.
Do what you will with my scarred soul; it can no longer feel anything.
My own death does not mean the end to my existence; only the end of
this chapter.
OPEN CASKET POLICY:
I futiley struggle with a foe that I can not name or see.
My mind conjures images of death and desolation.
I had better just lay myself to rest.
My casket waits for me; to smother me in its delicate folds of silken brocade.
The silver accents gleam with a light of their own.
The black, lacquered surface absorbs any reflection cast into it.
Once I am laid to rest all the pain of this world will end, but what do I expect
on the other side.
Will my body be left to rot?
I fear that I will not be able to scream out my pain as my body returns to the
dust of its creation.
Slowly I rot...feeling my body decompose in its pretty little box.
I shall become one of the legions of the dead.
My airtight tomb shall not allow the vermin of the earth to feast on my festering
corpse.
The tools of the embalmer have rendered my veins plastic, my heart inconsolable.
A blanket of the darkest dark shall enshroud my bones.
Blank eyes stare at nothing as they sink into the back of my head.
My nails and hair seem to still grow on their own, but it is only the skin shrinking
in the cold, endless night.
My teeth have become exposed as the lips and gums disintegrate into powder.
My tongue is now a bloated, purple worm that does nothing but witnesses the gases
pouring forth from my insides.
The stench of death has long since left me.
I should have been touched by the mortician's flame, so that I could have avoided
this injustice.
Slowly I rot...My grave stone lets people know when I lived and died.
They know nothing of the dash between the two dates; this was my life.
This is important to some, but nothing to most.
Now I do not even care; my life is a thing of the past.
I have all eternity to look forward to...rotting in my pretty little box.
BLOOD OF LIFE:
I run around like a fool on a fool's errand.
I feel blood coursing through my veins, but the stench of death fills
my nostrils with its pungent odor.
The sun has been swallowed by my grief and despair.
I am a shadow living in the basement of my soul.
I fear that the light of day will dissolve me into a pool of ichors, once
my life is exposed for the lie it is.
I cry out in agony, but my pleas fall on deaf ears and blind eyes.
The world has abandoned me, like a motherless cur. I am covered
in fleas and ticks that bite my brittle flesh.
My life blood flows so easily from me; a torrid river of red, velvet warmth.
I want to fall forever, never to touch the ground; never touching or feeling
again.
As my heart beats its last, my dying words echo into the void...FORGET
ME.
SILENT TOMORROW:
The gift of eternity is a burden I do not want anymore.
A Silent Tomorrow awaits those with no hope.
I rest my eyes to the beauty of the world, because I do not want to become bewitched.
I want to live my life once more, through visions of grandeur.
My rose colored glasses have broken and everything looks pale and grey.
I have bequeathed my life to the smoke and ash of my funeral pyre.
My only wish is to touch the flame of my immolation.
My soul is hollow and has no value... not even to the trash.
Eternity has fled now and I do not wish to chase it.
A Silent Tomorrow awaits those with no hope.
My Tomorrow is silent...
