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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 7, 2005 1:22:59 GMT
Mlah, I'm bored and etching down stuff randomly on notepad. I might as well stick 'em up here so I can delete them off of my comp.
Warning: If you're christian, this is a little blasphemous.
Hello?[/b]
I'm burning again, My insides destroyed Nothing is left As I hear, The undesired calling...
A lamb to the slaughter.
Hello? Are you there? It's me, your chosen one. Hello? God? You listen to all of my prayers. I'm not alone.
But no one cares, How much these eyes have seen.
I'm crying again, These chains cutting flesh, Whips and blades Ripping me apart, The gruesome affliction...
Hello? Are you there? It's me, your fallen one. Hello? God? Do you listen to my prayers? I feel hollow.
I'm falling again, My heart bleeding My voice is lost, As I lay, The unfeeling cold...
Hello? Are you there? It's me, your condemned. Hello? God? You were never there for me. I'm all alone.
I feel to your sweet promise, The promise of life, The promise of joy, I feel this joy now. Dying in bondage, Are these bruises your payment?
Hello? Are you there? It's me, your unbeliever. Hello? God? Feel this joy for me now. My soul is no more...
A lamb to the slaughter.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 7, 2005 1:29:13 GMT
Freakshow[/b]
Spinning, Swirrling, Listen to their cries. Their feelings of inpurity, Lustful creatures of hate.
Can you smell that? It's your own blood on the floor. Keep dancing, Keep smiling, It's the all-screaming freakshow.
Dancing, Singing, Listen to their lies. Your feelings, unimportant, Feed your lies to the hungry.
Can you hear that? It's your heart beating in your chest. Keep singing, Keep moving, It's the all-knowing freakshow.
Don't you just love how it's all about you? Suck it up, Soak it up. Don't you just adore how they treat you? Cry it out, Scream it out. You're the freakshow. You're the freakshow.
Can you feel that? Your spotlight is fading. Keep searching, Keep crying, It's last trend's freakshow.
Don't you just hate how it's never about you? Cry it out, Scream it out. Don't you just abhor how they left you? Suck it up, Soak it up. You're still a freakshow. You're still a freakshow.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 7, 2005 4:35:55 GMT
Tell Me[/b]
Euphoric, Dancing angels, On the tip of a knife blade, I balance. The hand that holds, A shaking wreck.
Let me scream, I'll die for you. Don't cry, I'm there for you. Shhh... I can't live without you.
These flames, Burning my fingertips, As I dance, Hand-in-hand, Choking back the truth, As I listen to your lies.
Tell me, Can you dance, Just once more? Tell me, Can you smile, Just once more? Can you fly, Just for me, One more time?
Let me scream, I'll sing for you. Don't cry, I'll protect you. Shhh... I can't live without you.
Tell me, Can you cry, Without a heart? Tell me, Can you feel, Without a soul? Can you die, Without being alive?
Gasp for air. My delicate rose, Your petals fall, Your leaves are withering. Don't die on me, Dried blood on white cloth.
Tell me, Can a monster love, A thing like me? Tell me, Can a monster cry, A thing like me?
Can a thing, A thing like me, Exist without you, A beautiful dove, Whose feathers are covered with blood...
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Post by Maí Lé Rosà on Jul 7, 2005 5:18:04 GMT
Yes, yes you can exist without me.
-holds Eurus lovingly- So incredibly beautiful...
I love you. -hugs tight-
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 7, 2005 5:39:41 GMT
*small smile*
Nuu I can't.... ^~ *looks heavenwards*
Slice[/b]
Taken more then I could handle, A world apart, fist full of lies, I sit in this corner of my world, So detached from my life.
Slice, The blood runs so smoothly, Slice, One more line of crimson, Slice, No more friends, smiles, lies...
Pick me up, I've fallen down. Bring me back... I just want it to end, But not like this...
Robbed of everything I loved so dear, I sit here waiting for the sun to rise. These bruises that cover my body, One more decoration of your mockery.
Slice, The blood is pouring, Slice, I'm becoming dizzy, Slice, No more pain, confusion, life...
Pick me up, I've fallen down. Let me go... I just want it to end, But not like this...
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Always like this...
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Kaiser
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Valkerie
Bow to the Prince of Hell!
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Post by Kaiser on Jul 7, 2005 7:24:36 GMT
The first one isn't blasphemous...if you look at it the right way, anyhow. And if you don't condemn any literature works based on Christianity...because I've said before that I honestly think the first one, in symbolism, is a parallel of Lucifer.
I mean, at the beginning, he's basking in God's light, living as his great Right Hand, having everything he wishes for. Yet nobody seems to care that he views himself as a King, everyone considers him to be arrogant and it doesn't matter just how wise he is. Pain and suffering await him, and he can tell, for the war has torn his wings. He calls out to God again to save him, despite him rebelling against him. Without any remorse, God sends him to Hell. He falls into the pit of darkness and hits the cold, dark, unfeeling ground of Hell. He decides that God isn't worth his time. That God was merely the Creator, but that he, Lucifer, Right Hand of this "God" can take control. That he has cast away that force which simply belittled him. And thus, became Satan, Father of Sin and Prince of Darkness.
Gotta love parallels to literature. What are they called again...oh yes, allusions.
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Post by K~Bear on Jul 7, 2005 7:31:32 GMT
They are so beautiful Eurus! -hugs-
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 7, 2005 8:04:28 GMT
*is hugged* ^^; It's me being an angsty teenager amongst the crowd, nothing else.
Actually, that's Gaftler's view on myself, really, when I was brainwashed to be religious. So, yeah... it was birthed between me having to sit and watch mom's sermons and an argument with myself. It's coupled with my 'InRed' sketches, which none of your eyes will see because it is seriously grotesque and not fit for a site with children on it.
*scribbles some more*
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loenah
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Gryffindor Student
This will do for now;)
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Post by loenah on Jul 8, 2005 12:58:24 GMT
my favourite is slice. it's so beautiful so deep and so easy for me to relate to. it took my breath away. well done. <claps>
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Post by K~Bear on Jul 10, 2005 6:38:53 GMT
I would love to see your sketches someday, they may be grusome but I bet they are good (and yes I'm 18 )
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Mina
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I can hear a melody in your voice, can you hear the beat in my heart?
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Post by Mina on Jul 10, 2005 7:47:05 GMT
I'd love to as well. You have a real gift Eurus, don't ever turn off to it.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 17, 2005 16:57:18 GMT
*sobs uncontrollably*
My computer died and I had no other choice but to format it...
And I lost all of my writing! I lost Crimson Clouds, Ice, Swallow, In Nomini Patrie, my poetry, everything!
f***. ><;;;
Crying Dove
Failing love, Failing hope, Cry tonight, Flying dove.
Broken heart, Broken church, Scream tonight, Falling apart.
Singing joy, Singing praise, Plastic faces, Hidden ploy.
Flying high, Falling fast, No escape, So I cry.
Just a crying dove.
I'm so upset right now, excuse me... there's your scribbled up poem for now...
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Post by amirath on Jul 17, 2005 18:35:02 GMT
When the crying dove lies broken when a world of hope is shattered that's where I sing That's when I sing
With a dead dove in one hand bleeding hand of shattered hope That's where I sing That's why I sing
The world want illusions I give them all tricks, games and lies apiece A song of lies A song of tricks To keep this naive world naive.
Shorter than your stuff, I know, but....*shrugs*
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 18, 2005 1:50:23 GMT
That's... very nice. I've never read that before, did you write that?
Dancing Puppets
Dancing puppets, Bleeding strings, Coarsing venom, The silence springs.
Vitcims of pride, Feeding contempt. Chilling sensations, Nothing's exempt.
Playful puppeteers, Masks made of tape, Kill the free souls, The children you rape.
Why so sad? Bleed some more. Why the tears? Lock the door.
Dancing puppets, Fearing moonlight, Screaming hatred, Lost at night.
Doesn't it sound nice? Listen to their screams. Running from the sun, Nothing's as it seems.
Dancing little puppets, Held by threads of fate. Watching the show of life, Dying with scars of hate.
Dancing puppets, Bleeding strings, Coarsing venom, The silence springs.
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Post by Nefastus Eurus Caelestise on Jul 18, 2005 3:58:58 GMT
Paper Wings
A child can dream To fly with paper wings, Dream to touch The sky so far away. I wonder how it can be, Dreams only stay dreams.
Come fly away with me, To a secret place Only you and I will be. The taste of your lips Still lingers on mine, Just you and I...[/i]
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