BerserkerOnLSD

Forsaken are the ways, That make a being tremble with devotion. Solitude, and many of its heirs, I curse the day that invented emotion. Pointless are the chosen sides, Hearts are broken, unaffected; Alone we ride the tides, Our souls remain neglected. To seize the glory; a silver etched frame; That holds an image, one strives to wed. To honor the rules, and play the game, That brings comfort, and wraps promises in red. The passing of moons, and bleakness of days; Spent licking wounds, that’s how it plays. Spouting a torrent of lies, Conform, and show whats behind the mask. Retaliation, replacing the truth, Demoness weaves the story

As the waves crash, on the rocks bellow, I feel sundered, and I feel torn. Will I ever be at peace, Blackness and sorrow, you wake in me. On the cliff i used to stay, Drowning in reverie, day by day. Cold winds broke me whole, I yearn for dark waters bellow. And the water, it swallows me, To be together, it wasnt meant to be Grey clouds mimic my soul, I cant suffer like this anymore. I hear cries, you sent to me, And i fight in futility. Why did you have, to leave me alone, Endless ocean, a broken soul. Black motions, they call to me, They offer peace, and tranquility, And I should know, it isn't real, Death I'll find, waves leave me be.

Once upon a time, There was a foolish boy. He daydreamed often, So he came upon a ridiculous ploy. He never thought of preserving his life, For he was almost a child. A plan to steal Satan's wife, He must've been out of his mind. "She is a woman of taste", He said to himself; "She doesn't like regular things, I bet I'll have to outdo myself." So once again, he went for a walk. On the road, to himself he will talk. While walking, an idea comes to his mind: "But ofcourse, she is the Demon's bride. She lives in hell, and wears a red dress, Looks like I'll have to make a big mess. They always told him, He isn't too bright. Considering this p

I see a glance of her eyes, As she devours me. It's not passion - It is hatred. It's not lust - It is pain. It's not love - It is flame. She speaks, Divine words slip from her lips. I'm burning, slowly corroding. Pain disturbing, rapture unending. "My lust controls you now, Your mind is too weak. Your soul raptured by sins, Will never know what the light brings." She's going faster, I feel the time going slower. A sudden void inside of me, I see she feeds on it. She laughs, Demonic words slip from her tongue. Unbearable things she does to me, I feel being sent to sleep. A sleep i won't wake from...

Cries of grief awaken me. Her tears, tearing me apart. My empty eyes, shine in denial. She won't listen, not anymore. So many questions, left unanswered. So many emotions, leaving me frozen. She asks if i ever thought of this day. I didn't, and i didn't want to. I feel the trauma coming, I feel the sadness and pain. My outburst seems so weak, I'm trying to make her love me again. To no avail, I heed to the gods above. Her lying eyes, and putrid heart. The pain becomes more intense. Change the subject, she calmly says. Can't she see my heart left bare. I gather my strength, but there's none left. I just want to walk away. Her whispers st

I see your face, again and again, When darkness whispers in my ear your name, Saying "She is the one made for your sacrifice". Cold breeze stills my heart, As this one feels different than the other one. I walk alone, stunned by the words of the trees, Ethereal currents dwelling inside of me. Sleepless nights i spend, Thinking about her, about her journey, To the undead world. But still, glimpse of warmth, I sense in my soul, strange feeling, 'Till now unknown. I grasp my head, and twist in pain. The room starts to shrink, And the voice comes again; With subtle tone it says: "Do as you've been told, Or she'll be your last". I close my eye

Vanquished in the flames, Forces in disarray, endless disdain, Your faith will betray, in blood it's engraved. Ashes of the dead, rivers flowing red, No god has it's sake, invoking the end, Diseases invade, economy degrades. Earth with no men, Empty cursed land, On the graveyard of the past, New world will be made. Horizon immolates, Sun looks so pale, Corpses decay, Only spirits live on these plains. Means of death differ, With scavenged remains, Scattering again, Life's about to fade...

From ashes awakened, trembling with hatred, The impurity devouring the enlightened. How I wish the chaos to destroy the world, To participate in crusade of the unholy lord. As souls linger, empowered by hate, The demonic legions are chanting the spell, The seal is now broken, unguarded are the doors, The endless storm of hate is coming for its toll. Damned spirits marching as one, Under command of the harbinger of dark, His steps blazing with hate, In his hand a symbol of everyones end. To crush and conquer, The mightiest of gods, With the endless storm of hate, our war will be won. Bloody fields, rivers of fear, The unholy c

From her throne of lies, Rules the mistress of flames, Burning the weak, Purging the sick. My mistress of pain, Burn me with your flames, Engrave your sign, Deep in my heart. I pray to you my Mistress, Sacrificing my sanity, So you can feel my insane emotions, And look upon me. My mistress, mistress of flames, My mistress, torturing me.. With your everburning eyes, Burn my mortal soul, Ill be raptured to bear your mark, In the deeps of my heart. I would like to feel your flaming touch, Making scars in my flesh, Bringing me to extasy, While falling into the endless pit, Of your cold flame.....