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AWFUL DESTINIES Loss in the woods under Samhain moons Eternal flesh of wrong Rapturing young people in peaceful descent Supporters in space of happiness Evening portal skies Chalice in the clouds Virgin spirits scrying owls Uninspiring in ideas Elderly in skin Disclosing concealing our contaminant within. Body organs in the ceiling Figurative Valkyries Scriptures of fassade stick around on. as mythology mirrors wind as well as mortal mirrors sing our heartbreaking seeds of fate Fate rests within catastrophe Misfortune sleeps within all our destinies Leak right into me my dreaded lethargy My doors are ajar Launch in me your spiritual disease through sight as well as audio Fate rests within tragedy Misfortune sleeps within all our destinies Church of life foreshadowing dreams Altar of life foreshadowing dreams Altar of life foreshadowing desires Church of life foreshadowing dreams Dirt in catacombs Deadly spirits lined up by periods Pollen in wind Floral seeds of respect Ashen sundown Purple light in breathing tides Solemn sighs of determined continuity Continuous dry spell Privileged clouds of selective nutrition Nature'' s design the details of misery spreads its seeds of terrible destinies sinking SWAN End my mourning routine of thoughts Synthetic waves Portraits of fantasy never ever conceived Sensual desires Role-playing entities costumed in flesh Textile regret Shed in a globe everflowing I drown in seas of time The metronome is my spine Through our climb we'' ll look right into the skies Death'' s scent with every audio Resolve the water star Carpe Diem Numquam Dubium The blackest seas redden No cushions on my bed I rest without regret Untouched by time, eternalized is the fate of all sinking swans Eyes towards the light casted down, the angels dropped The waters that will certainly sink you in your elegance hold your remains Drifting to the surface long after your heart has parted ways Enshrouding mortal daze Through our climb we'' ll gaze into the sky Fatality'' s scent with every noise Eliminate the water celebrity Carpe Diem Numquam Dubium The blackest seas turn red No pillows on my bed I relax without remorse SPIRALS OF young people Each time i rose from my rest my spirits were raised anew My desire for the evening kept me questioning and also roaming days Creative spirals of youth I saw the light pierce through the fallen leaves of the trees persuading in the wind Nestled naturally welcoming my life, my spirit would certainly quickly split in two With age I found the light pierced my eyes In time i located the circle of depend on life I discovered timeless demise of imaginative spirals of youth All has actually decomposed yet my flesh still remains devoid of all sensation I hide from the day as every day passes an additional fallen leave falls from the hollow walls of my will certainly With age i located the light pierced my eyes In time i felt the darkness inside In life I found timeless demise of creative spirals of young people Creative spirals of youth.
CELESTIAL fatality The stars light the graves of departed moons as Nebula blossoms into the celestial graveyard Distortion of time in global rifts Expanding as well as expanding with each transgression I wish to die amongst the sea of celebrities To invest my immortality precede a wanderer in solitude drifting from sunlight to moon Flesh offerings roaming in the cosmic abyss in embrace of celestial void Coils twinkle in the light of the lion'' s demise This constellation I fire up The celebrities light the tombs of departed moons as galaxy flowers right into the celestial graveyard Distortion of time in universal breaks Broadening and growing with each transgression I wish to pass away among the sea of celebrities to invest my afterlife in area a wanderer in seclusion wandering from sun to moon I desire to pass away among the sea of stars to invest my afterlife as a wanderer in seclusion drifting from sunlight to moon ILLUSIONARY MOTHS Dull fears of aimless lives dropping our camouflage The sands of time befall of frozen eyes that see in you a ruby in amethyst The essence of young people flickering in the light of silver moons weave silk out of our skin Rough wind upon the wandering streams In sealed accept, reviewing our fate Two fires unite within candle stays The roots and blood vessels, shards of the remnant suns Dove poses smashing light as river and oars clash our surges in the evening.
2 lives laced in stride of trembling wings of crimson tones that blossom blackened skies The stars straightened for minutes that will certainly die. A lion on the church stares right into the glass face Streaming tears of passiveness autumn out of Planet'' s eyes To deities of tornados I provide only air and aroma Poisoned conversations of my petitions in hollow truth My sword wrapped up by her womb The trials of our every of our every encounter leave me bleeding on the steps The stairs of my destiny is crumbling beneath my feet euphoric flowers and austere chimes in areas of our occurring lives Stare right into these chilly brownish eyes and you will certainly discover a martyr of death that'' s yearning for breath in tranquil spaces of seclusion Within abysmal burrows I looked for representation in another'' s eyes A vagabond in spacious residence attracted by the winsome light of stalagmites My procurement of knowledge and also wisdom engulfed me in the darkness of robbed intimacy An inner-child just stays in knowledge Remnant plumes in my hands working as a token of unrequited fates poise the skies getting to towards the sunlight Their preferences and also aromas withering from my detects as romancing wings discolor off distant Dreadful birds I once accepted blinding hope fly into Fatality'' s arms as lovely bloodsuckers etch their will upon their aging spirits They blossom in descent as I write in sad recollection, carving darkness unto moons for illusionary moths to stare right into RIMELM NIGHTMARE EVERLASTING Bearing in mind all those swiped faces murmuring words of pain They'' d increased out of clay The girl besides the tree sobbed her last of virgin tears during the night for just the moon to listen to The worn out functioning guy is constructing bombs inside the shed, his sweat the seeds of death Rain-ridden information and garbage dancing along the fence with wind, motionless lives start.
I fail ceilings in a structure that never ever finishes, withering as i descend The kid in the attic that wished he'' d never ever woke from rest was dirt upon the bed The pictures buried with dead release their pathogens, the oils of disease The toddler in the street with tire touches upon her back blew kisses at the trees Nothing is and absolutely nothing will be any person yet me, the textile of my dreams Nothing is and absolutely nothing will certainly be any individual however me, the textile of my desires Fantasizing in turn, shed in our subconscious Breathing in life'' s toxic substances, complying with the flow of ideas Taking a breath in series, lost in our subconscious Dreaming in life'' s contaminant, complying with the flow of ideas Dreaming in sequences, lost in our subconscious Breathing in life'' s contaminant, adhering to the flow of ideas Inhaling sequences, lost in our subconscious Dreaming in life'' s toxin, complying with the flow of thoughts Dreaming in sequences, shed in our subconscious Breathing in life'' s toxin, adhering to the flow of thoughts Taking a breath in sequences, lost in our subconscious Dreaming in life'' s toxic substance, complying with the flow of ideas.
AURATICA Home in prehistoric paths, the happiness of wisdom in my psalm Illegible lullabies in melodies of serpents' ' tongues Scarlet rivers streaming towards my fingertips from gaping palms Rest my flickering flames of youth, tomorrrow you will fulfill your ruin Auratica, shapely of dirt Auratica, our lifespans in sand Following the routes of art I view from afar that penetrate the lifestream of recollective marks Absolution of nothingness in continuous happenstance Ascension is the significance of my crucified resolve Auratica, hourglass of dirt Auratica, all life-spans in sand STAIRS TO FORGOTTEN SHRINES.
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