Repent, And Thou Shalt Be Saved?
Vows you break,
mistakes you make.
Youve lost your living will.
Tear down the wall,
Repent for it all.
But sorrow hunts you still.
Slit the throat,
for breaking oath.
But that wont bring her back.
The broken mind
can never find.
My heart is one in black
Now fight I do,
and all for you.
For you love her with all your soul.
Always and ever.
Give up? Never!
Shes the one that makes you whole.
The Dark Prince Introduction by avarax666, literature
Literature
The Dark Prince Introduction
The Introduction
It was a cold night that night, and the absence of the moon made it appear all the more colder.
I can still remember it as if it was yesterday.
The air was loaded with the smell of burning wood.
The night sky as dark as the deepest bowels of hell if such a place ever did exist.
All was quiet, save for the crackling of a small fire and a few tempered voices.
Ah the back streets of Antwerp in winter time
Vivid by day, deserted by night but not quite.
Around the corner I could clearly tell apart 3 people, vainly trying to keep themselves warm around a small campfire.
One of them wasnt speaking, b
Angel In Disguise
Once there was and still there is a woman with beauty untold.
Gorgeous body, divine face, you could see that through blindfold.
In this perfection still there housed cunning beyond compare.
Only perhaps matched by the endless love that she would share.
She would try to do good for everyone, shed try to do good for all.
Others took advantage of this, and this would be her very fall.
Problems she has had in the past, and time cant heal all scars.
And so it is that she still wears the marks of private wars.
There was this man who helped her out to see through deceit and games.
Not that I know
My Time
Empty phrases, hollow words is all you say to me.
Are you ignorant? are you stupid? Or just to blind to see?
Those words of yours mean nothing, and drive me to the end of the line.
I'll just keep nodding and keep smiling, cause soon the time is mine.
Infernal King
Brimstone, fire, shrieks of pain for all to hear and see.
The place that all the mortals fear, the place no one wants to be.
Suffering is fully free; there agony doesnt cost a thing.
All served by the dark lord, the great infernal king.
Raising armies, plotting plans to reclaim what's meant for him.
Just waiting for the time to strike, at the righteous fools, the dim.
Now still sitting on his throne of bones, the angel out of grace.
With eternal fire in his eyes, and a poisoned smile on his face
Fading Of All Sound
A shock of horror on your face, a feeling you haven't quite felt before.
You look down at the wound and realize it won't take long no more.
As you try to move your lips, and utter words of "why?".
Just replied by more gunshots, and a resounding sound of "DIE!".
The pain your hands caused others, punching back into your face.
You've lost it all this time; you won't victor over lifes long race.
So now you lie there on your back, and you're gazing all around.
Just waiting for your end, and the fading of all sound
If I Die
If I die before I wake.
Nothing more for me to take.
Put me in a box and dig deep.
Let me have my eternal sleep.
Do not cry, nor have no fears.
I'm still here so shed no tears.
Go on with life for I wouldn't want less.
Just leave my body with one last bless.
For a person will live on, not truly die.
And this is not trying to comfort, nor is it a lie.
If you still carry me in heart, mind and soul.
Ill live on, as a part of your whole.
-AvaraX
Heartbreak
Sound long faded and withered away.
All that's left now is cry and priests pray.
In a black wooden box my body is put.
No one says a word, as no one really should.
It's not like they didn't see it coming, it's not like they didn't expect
But no one spoke of it, out of dignity and respect.
The pain, the madness and the suffering were too great.
Those who knew me saw it coming, 'twas as if it was my faith.
Now Im lying in my grave, silent and quite dead.
Not by drugs or alcohol, not sword, axe and or lead.
The reason that I lay there, the reason Im so still.
Is cause my heart got torn and ripped, and with it m
Hearing the violence.
Screaming for silence.
Witnessing pain.
Seems to all like a game.
Seeing the madness
Feeling the sadness.
No one does a thing but complain and frown
and watch as the world comes crumbling down.
My Mind
Laying on a couch, a man clawing at my mind.
Hell keep digging and looking for things that he won't find.
This way he makes his money, but my mind he will not gain.
The only thing hell ever find is my madness and my pain.
Open the door to my brain and I assure you, you will weep.
For the only thing there is sorrow, the rest is buried deep.
Haunting images, flaming skulls, cries and voices loud.
The only thing theyll ever see to the rest you're not allowed.
Now you're labelled insane, and picked up by a car.
Your brain is still screaming, you feel like starting a war.
They filled you with drugs to calm and
The Dagger
Like lightning and like thunder, a dagger out of dark
Now protruding from your back, around it a big red bloody mark.
You feel your life is slipping, you won't hold on long no more.
The grasp on life is fading, soon youll see the final score.
I've done bad things before, but looked to life with great respect.
I thought I'd die in battle and glory, this I didn't expect.
Now your eyes have turned blood red, on your face a stony glare.
Locked in for all eternity, this all seeing stare.
A brave warrior he was and always be, fearless and true bold.
Now his body on the ground, greyish pale and utterly cold.
This is how I
My Rest
I don't know why, but I don't feel like living no more.
Feel like slitting my wrists, life IS the biggest whore.
Taking drugs and alcohol, to help me through the days.
But I know I shouldn't really, the deadliest of ways.
Feels like tenthousands of voices are shouting in my mind.
But if I look inside, there's nothing that I find.
Will death be the answer? Will it give me rest?
I honnestly don't know, let's put it to the test....
WAR
Death, destruction, war and pain, look around and you will see.
Mankind at it's very best...true humanity?
Everyone moans and complains but no one says a word.
Are they lazy? Are they stupid? Or afraid of getting hurt?
Our leaders are the very same, they talk but never act.
They just debate on television, with their graces and their tact.
It's time for US to stand up, hear our voices, and shout out loud.
"War, pain, death, destruction, here no more allowed".
Horsemen Of Death
Burning villages in their wake,
but prisoners they did never take.
All who'd see or even meet,
would be met with stone cold greet.
To the neck a single blow,
a fine line of blood with venom glow.
This is their way and what you'd get,
if you'd come across the Horsemen of Death
The Death Of The Most Beautiful Rose
The most beautiful girl I ever met.
Sometimes I didn't understand or didn't get.
She looked to all with unbound joy
Seemed life was a puppet, it was her toy.
At least this is what everyone did think.
But if you'd look beyond and never blink.
You'd see the cuts tell different truth.
Life not a toy, more like rotten fruit
No one to talk to, no one to see.
How could it come to this? How could it be?
The pain and suffering reached new heights
the days were bad, but no match for nights.
Nothing to do, no ways to vent
Her living will broken, the rest started to bend.
Although so many things she wa
Vengeance With A Smile
Words of hate and words of violence being thrown at my face.
Not returned by mere fool's talk but deftly blocked with grace.
You think because I don't talk back that you always win.
But like you'd ever have a clue of what goes on within.
As you sit there happily gloating of your kiddie acts and words.
I'm planning on striking hard, where it really hurts.
Keep on laughing, keep on smiling or at least still for a while.
Cause soon youll taste my vengeance, my vengeance with a smile.
The thought of a dated ego. by Maeve-Burnon, literature
Literature
The thought of a dated ego.
A bitter residue lays on my tongue.
It's a silky film,
that rubs the roof of my mouth when I swallow.
Something that ironically,
never happened with you.
My skin has its own agenda,
which,
ripples when I think of you.
I feel it pinch, pull on my arm and nape.
Perhaps tiny parasites live there awaiting only a thought of you.
Tug, scrape, pinch and finally,
release.
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What does the world hold for me next?
I've seen great depths and great heights.
What is the point of this?
To realise how quickly it all can be over?
To savour every moment as if it were your last?
One might think I'd put up defences...
To ensure that I can't be hurt again...
A sort of defensive mechanism.
But what would the point of it be?
It would also ensure that you can not love to your fullest potential.
And that my friends...is simply something that will not do.
For what more is there to life...than to love.
Gaining knowledge and power...
And being immortal are goals to be reached...
But to love...
To truly love...