Biography of Unic Cjonr
Born the youngest of three, one to a brother and sister, in the month of the star sign Capricorn. Parents which are great, did the most at all times to ensure a good to a better life. Since i was little, the library was a time passing sanctuary. Inside and out, closed or open, i was always around. The intense peacefull parade, the whispers from books which layed dormant for decades, the fragrance lost to ink. W A O A
Unic Cjonr's Works:
Unic Cjonr Poems
Behind the void - Where darkness fills black to give birth to the shade of grey - Fear is being stalked by Decay - Predatory sickness which morals onto nothing - Transfixed by the stench of the dead - Alive by feeding for millenium on death - Purer by the extreme conditioning where there is nowhere to find - If you do, you will find decay - Next to the living, alive in death - Alive by being dead.
With Love From Death
Blood fills the tears. I suffocate for my eyes to cry.
I Want, Only You
Across the ocean. Light moves at the speed by which Dawn breaks.
Best 4 You
Sound by the flexibility signalled - You never see the signs - Displayed through your eyes, tears sparkle to shine - Sadness rains, never too long -
Inside the blizzard of hate, i found the blister, sometimes she does the do for a listen - The sound of revenge, a multitude of twisters, three of some with the wicket sisters - My head bleeds, the blood pours from my wrists - My brain pleads, my mind refuse, death is my only risk - The knife shivers, my feelings are lost, total the recall, there Arno Cost - My heart frost with silver, my soul accepts black as dew display soft - I enter the darkness, the tunnel of lies, i only see flies - I am engulfed by screams, it is finally my turn to cry, i will try -
Feel my thoughts, tears do not talk. My heart bleeds to the pounding of senseless sinister onslaught. Above the voice of silence flows the whispers, die today with goodbye. Sorry worries do not rely on tomorrow for a teaspoon of sorrow.
Walking inside a forest, I am overcome by the sincerity of silence. The heavy noises of the rustic city has finally been killed. Death has dawned to quite the normal sounds which so easily interrupts the flow to our ear hearing mechanisms. I took one deep breath, then another.
Nines To Mine
Waking by the peace of sleep, walking through my nightmares.Dreaming when the sun shines on my face, endless by forever screaming.Walls made of clay, closing in, trapped by what makes nothing seems to be the fake of day. Who makes sense when senseless is the price i have to pay, that does not mean i have to stay. Single is my mind by time, secondly to the line where first begins to end the race and finish always last.I do not linger by the pointing of my fingers,
The End Is Always Near
Devious thoughts which are gathered and kept in your mind. Will consume the way you think, everyday. Corrosive forces are being deployed behind the inverted nines. Subtracted brackets with cracks.
Angered By Calm
Deceived by words, do you hear. The whispers burns the voice in the dark.
Hanged by the bullet, by the rope i am loaded into the gun -
I walk the path through the dunes -
Sand which will fill a millenium to the hour -
Seconds to the flame -
Burns dust into glass -
What once was, underneath my feet -
Now becomes the vessel of motion -
The carrier of liquid, sometimes the taste of wine -
The thirst by a cup, perfectly molded -