Through the darkness I moved,
sensing emptiness embodied in vague gloom
Nothing is what it seems or near to what is true,
All is but a shattered memory of what i used to be.
...
As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.
...
What's before the 20th of November,
is nothing but sweet memories to remember.
But after it passed by,
all the happy times had to die.
...
I once got obsessed about a an awesome male vampire,
That would have put any girl on great deep fire.
He had silky black hair, that was soft like feathers,
With dark, but changing, eyes that was full of treasures
...
I wonder alone, but not lonely, in a dark silent night
Trying to control a devastating huger that I cannot fight
I look up and see the moon full and shining bright
Covering the doomed Earth with its sparkling silvery light
...
All Is But Futile
Through the darkness I moved,
sensing emptiness embodied in vague gloom
Nothing is what it seems or near to what is true,
All is but a shattered memory of what i used to be.
Angry, and why should I not be?
All is but a horrifying manifestation of what I need not heal.
Desrie is over whelming, breeding on the inside of me
All is but a lie of a hurting truth so much
Manupilated and distorted endlessly
Now craving, longing and bruising with anguish
Seem all what is left to withhold
All is but a scrap bruising, a scar inside
And onto my side
Questions so deep seem now useless and small
'All is but a shadow'
Bewildering a settled state of anesthetized nonentity
Nil is what it is to be in me
No need to rescue, no need for revival
All is but in vain.
Numbered in infinity as the bondage of hate or betray
As stars cant cry when all thier light is blown away
All is numbered in stains
Stains of futility
ALL IS BUT FUTILE