If I can only think of you, all I do is you, all don't do is you, all I love is you, and all I wanted, had, lost and deserved has been you...
Oh you my dear, why won’t you grant me your heart?
Grant it to me, I’ll only crush it
Grant it to me, my love will fill it
Bathe it my love will, bathe it in liquid flames
And your sadness will be washed away
Forever and ever, washed of life will your sadness be
Cleansed by fire, cleansed by blood
My love cleanse life will
From your gut, from your soul
My love cleanse of life will your existence
Deep from the shadows of this ocean
Dark as the night it portends
Overwhelming as its extension the feelings it spawns
Dreary as its inhabitants, none
Showing both of us, our very own shades
Deep beneath flesh it extends
Tendrils of death, tendrils of darkness
Tendrils of blood, dread, a nightmare
A sea nevertheless, untamable
A sea nevertheless, unfathomable
A sea within this shell, filling emptiness with nothing
A sea of nothing, of no more than shadows and death
From the vast darkness of the abyss it resembles
Born it was from the tears of a thousand suffering souls
From the very blood of innocents
The shadows of hell now inhabit such nothingness
Giving meaning to a meaningless expression of fear
Ocean of darkness, filled with the ever decaying corpses of the damned
Ocean of death, sheathed by the severed heads of The Undying
Ocean of nightmares, shaped by the endless night
Ocean of pain, The Undying to which I belong there are tortured
Flames, Sulfur, whips and maces for cover
Demons tearing apart our flesh for solace
The stripping of our pale skin for meals
The scalding chains that tie us for company
The unforgiving spikes fastening our souls to our rotting carcass
And amongst the darkness, I look up
I see the pale moon smiling at me, mocking at my disgrace
And I see the shadow that was once my own, dancing with her…
Shadow Two.
A poem to you, long lost friend and lover, a poem to you my dear lady bathed in sunset.
The wolf has begun to rot, his flesh tears apart. The wolf lives no more, without the love of his heart.
