Biography of Crimson Soul
I'm A Single Soul In A Lost Sea Of Timeless Existence...
So, perhaps a world of mirrors in a sanctuary of illusions only reflects what can be seen. but then, nothing could be seen at all. and we would all be in a soulless void of nothingness. as empty and hollow as the one who calls them self the bane of their own existence, and the benefactor of the faceless images of perception. As Insane As The Madmen Who Roam, But As Gentle As The Dove Who Coos In The Morning Melody Of The Wind. The One who Calls Themselves, No-one.
I Am No-One.
Crimson Soul Poems
The Clockwork Angel, Keeps The Time; He Slowly Waits, For The Chime;
~~~This Is A Personal Poem That Shows My Emotions Clearly, And Not Through A Shadowed Glass Of Interpretations Like My Other Musical Poems.~~~ Do you want to know what my problem is? I'll tell you what my problem is…
I Am Hanging by a Noose, Slowly Bleeding, Slowly loose, I see Crimson, Rivers run free
What Am I?
'What Am I? I Love, I Breathe, I Eat, I Sleep, But Nothing Changes, Its Just A Fleet;
The Crimson King
Watch My Blood-Red Crimson Fall, Watch It Burn, Watch It All; The First Cut, Burns My Skin
My Sweet Sorrow...
My Sweet Sorrow, Please Sing, Your Lovely Voice, Riding My Wing;
Hear My Whispers, Hear My Screams, Hear My Dark Red Crimson Dreams; I Hear What I See, I See What I Hear, I Hear A Whisper, In My Ear...;
Such A Tragedy, A Life Cut Short; By This Knife, So Crimson, A Fort;
It's All The Same. Countless People Walk Through The Streets, Aware Of Nothing, Just Wanting To Sleep. They're All Selfish, Needing Their Wants,
Angel Of Darkness
Angel Of Darkness, So Up High, Sits On Her Cloud, So Beautiful, A Lie; She Looks At The Stars, So Bright Above,
I Am Dreaming Of A Crimson Light, Light By Silence, Death By Night; These Horrific Screams Inside My Head, Will Only Quench My Thirst To Be Dead;
Walking A Road To Nowhere; No Destination, No Thoughts; Just Walking For The Sake Of The Journey; The Cause Long Lost;
An Overture Of Crimson Blood, Spilling Deeply, In A Flood; The Musical Symphony That Is My Screams,
When You Think Of Darkness You Think Of Night, But What True Darkness Is, Will Leave You A Fright; Despair Abound, Your Name Rung Loud,
I Am Hanging by a Noose,
Slowly Bleeding, Slowly loose,
I see Crimson, Rivers run free
Through the desert, and through the trees;
I am Lost, Forevermore,
in my Mind, that foreswore;
In My Nightmare, I Am Blind,
Losing Myself, In this chime;