BANE

BLOOD RED
CAN'T RECALL
LAST TIME THAT I SAW YOU.
IN MY HEAD
YOU'VE BEEN DEAD
LONGER THAN YOU OUGHT TO.
BLOOD RED
TIME IS TALL
DAYS TURN RIGHT TO WORRY.
ALWAYS DUMB
STEEPENED SLUMP
CLEAN BUT FEELING DIRTY.
CHANGE ENOUGH
MY ROTTEN LUCK
THIRD BLOOD'S WILD ENOUGH.
STEADY RED
CRAWL AHEAD
AND SPARE ME DAYS TOO ROUGH.
BLOOD RED
I CAN'T SEE
WHAT'S WRITTEN IN THE VEIN.
FUTURES TELL
OF UNCHANGED SPELLS
OUR DEVIL'S SWEET REFRAIN.
BLOOD RED
ALIGN TO ME
OUR FRUITS FARE WELL AS BANDED.
WOMAN'S BANE!
IN REASON MAY I FALL-
AND BLOOD RUN OR DEATH BRAND IT!
KILL THE BABY!
KILL THE KID!
KILL THE WAY I ALWAYS DID!

query beside disquietude

when i die do they forget? or is it i who forgets?
as oblivion holds the galaxies, the bog messes my footing.
through the muck of fantastical marshes i tramp
to lose that for which i anxiously tarry
as if i've already been in the ground myself, only i have forgotten.
but is this me remembering? i grasped before, a future..
axioms bygone, obscurities far-off
the sleepless slumber and the road i neither disregarded nor recognized,
i knew of it somehow; how did i know of it?
does not this crux fade? only its grip tightens as weariness grows?
does this imagination vanish? am i forgetting?
all punished hearts, by their own mechanical beating, i remembered...
to dream what i dreamt, i remember...
do these dreams weigh themselves heavily,
despite the ego which by doom eludes me?

CURS-ED BOY

OH BLOOD BRINGER,

 WHERE IS THY BLADE, 

 MIGHT IT DIG DEEPER?

VENGEFUL REMORSE!

 THE GRAVEYARD YOU PAVE

 AWAKENS THE SLEEPER,

AND BOLD CREATURE,

 DARKNESS THY TRADE,

 THE CRYPT BE YOUR KEEPER!

FANCY YOUR TORMENT SHOULD BECKON MINE OWN

ENEMY, STRIKE! NO BLOOD POURS FROM STONE!

ROTTEN ONE, SHALL WE BE BURIED ALONE?

SO OUT OF THE FILTH NO LIGHT SHALL BE GROWN?

SELFISH

ah-licks-tater pornshow

BEYOND THE PALE DAWN RUSHES THE MACHINE 
TO DELINEATE THE HUMAN FROM ITS BOREDOM
AS IF IT WAS AN NECESSARY ELEMENT OF ITS EXISTENCE


YET BOREDOM GROWS FROM THE VERY ESSENCE OF THE MACHINE


PERPETUATING TIDE OF HUNGER! WHAT WILL YOU DO WITH HIM?
BUT RUIN HIM!

GREAT...NOT...

A STANDING ROT HAS NOT YET CAUGHT A THOUGHT WHICH FLOATS ABOUT DISTRAUT

ONE QUIETUDE SOUGHT HAS TAUGHT NONE BUT THAT WHICH IS WROUGHT WITH SOME DUMB ANGUISH BROUGHT BY THAT WHICH ONE MOST TRIES TO SHUN.

DISTANCE BOUGHT BY SILENT DEATHS MAY SEE SOME TEMPORARY SANITY

BUT ALAS THE SUN IS FOUGHT BY ITS STRONGER ENEMY...AND DARKNESS DOTH PREVAIL

a bridge appears and i walk beneath

i am all and i am nothing

 castle of mirror

for dylan klebold and eric harris and their wrath

open thought to pry the minds of ancient rhymes and melody...as if some-one did care

WHEN I DREAM I DREAM REALITY

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN STOLEN TO IMAGINATION?

ATTENTION! BREATHE AWAY FROM ME 

I NEED NONE OF YOUR VANITY

DISGUSTING IS YOUR FLASHY GRIP

WHEN SOFTNESS PULLS I OFTEN STRIP AWAY FROM YOU

TO HAVE SOME SOLITUDE FROM YOU

FOR LONGING GLANCES 'CROSS THE ROOM, THEIR EMPTINESS FILLS ME FULL OF GLOOM...A LIVING LOVER'S TOMB

CONCEALED IN SINCERE DOOM

FOR MAN KNOW'S NOT HIS MOON

BUT JUST HIS SHADOW

Yesterdays tomorrow

 sometimes in my eye there comes clear to my underglasses an intuitive itch but i usually dont let that fool me

for with what i see is that of loss of memory, on an empty plain the wind it whistles, but does not blow.

perhaps i hear as they see

molotov midnight

Beasts ghosts first tour kikkass man!

BEA STS GHO STS

CALCULATED DOOM
BROUGHT FORTH BY THE WOMB OF UGLY ROTTEN MAN.
      MACHINE OF TORTURE
THERE WILL BE NOTHING LEFT SPARED
BUT YOUR BLOOD ON THE LAND
BETWEEN THE CRAKKZ
OF HELL AND EARTH
THE FIREWORMS ARE STIRRING
QUAKES BREATHE STEAM OF A THOUSAND DRAGONS WHILST MAN BREATHES A BILLION SCREAMS
AND THE BEA STS GHO STS ROOOOAAAM
MURDEROUS SPECTRES!

TASTE



new patterning concept

la vida no vale nada

colored texture

new crypt and laser beem

nazgul II

Wraithwalker I

one knows not to cook the beast until its dead

RAINWRAITH

RAINSTORMS AND HIPPIE METALS
LET THE LIGHTNING STRIKE
FOR i THE SPIKE-CLAD
MISERY MAIDEN SHALL
FREQUENT COMB THE NIGHT
INVISIBLE! DEADLY! TRICKSTER!

PELTED FLESH FEELS NO PAIN!

WIZARDS AWAKEN FREE AGAIN
THIRD EPOCH OF IT'S KIND
EMBRACE A FIGURE
KNOW IT'S PLIGHT AND
BLOODY GIVE IT NIGHT
CRUEL! MISERABLE! WONDER!

rings and slings
ordinary     things

forever keeper
lest ye be a sleeper walking the Rope of Foretold Peril

time and space time and place