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These days of hope, a blade on my throat.These signs of dawn, just a route to my dusk.These bounds that broke, a prelude to my drowning.This pinch of endless, just a fragment of the forthcoming.These hints of life, just a gateway to oblivion.Reached my end. In the name of my sin and redemption.

These days of hope, a blade on my throat.
These signs of dawn, just a route to my dusk.
These bounds that broke, a prelude to my drowning.

This pinch of endless, just a fragment of the forthcoming.
These hints of life, just a gateway to oblivion.

Reached my end. 
In the name of my sin and redemption.

Oh, such a breathtaking sight, of purest beauty and innocence, corrupted by this cruel world.You glow with the warmth of the sun, but your rays don’t reach me.This dreadful emptiness, the cold world.I craved your warmth, but it was too late.Too late you realised, that I was dead in the cold.

Oh, such a breathtaking sight, of purest beauty and innocence, corrupted by this cruel world.

You glow with the warmth of the sun, but your rays don’t reach me.
This dreadful emptiness, the cold world.

I craved your warmth, but it was too late.
Too late you realised, that I was dead in the cold.

Make me forget the path to your grave.Make me sweetly fall asleep forever.You will never discover the truth in my eyes.I could not become the one you so needed.And buried for that in a cold ground.

Make me forget the path to your grave.
Make me sweetly fall asleep forever.

You will never discover the truth in my eyes.

I could not become the one you so needed.
And buried for that in a cold ground.

Force fed memories, suffer humiliation.Victim of darkness, of the inner hidden kind.I am the eye within the gleam, shatter before a mirror that stares into a shallow soul.Alone I wonder, toward the unknown.Trauma will always linger.

Force fed memories, suffer humiliation.
Victim of darkness, of the inner hidden kind.

I am the eye within the gleam, shatter before a mirror that stares into a shallow soul.

Alone I wonder, 
toward the unknown.
Trauma will always linger.

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Halls and walls of consequence deem endless,where hope is the art of lying to yourself.Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees.A cursed exit from the weakened mortality.Your indifference.My purging.

Halls and walls of consequence deem endless,
where hope is the art of lying to yourself.

Red hopelessness impaled on rocks and trees.
A cursed exit from the weakened mortality.

Your indifference.
My purging.

The shattering of ones self before your very eyes.The numbness, the devastation, the lost love sempiternal.Your mindless actions will merge and rot my insides until they stop functioning.Condemned to be left with nothing. I had nothing.

The shattering of ones self before your very eyes.
The numbness, the devastation, the lost love sempiternal.

Your mindless actions will merge and rot my insides until they stop functioning.

Condemned t
o be left with nothing. I had nothing.

The wind will carry no farewell.And so shall the cold soil that holds the taste of my decay.You’ve lost all there was to lose.Suspended in a state of oblivion.Enshrouded by solitude and madness.

The wind will carry no farewell.
And so shall the cold soil that holds the taste of my decay.

You’ve lost all there was to lose.
Suspended in a state of oblivion.
Enshrouded by solitude and madness.

Before an empty gaze, stand to proclaim the end.Stained truth will blacken all.The paralysis of isolation.Stagnant.All that has amassed, may not be long of life.

Before an empty gaze, stand to proclaim the end.
Stained truth will blacken all.

The paralysis of isolation.Stagnant.
All that has amassed, may not be long of life.

(Source: daphnean)

I gave labor to the grief. To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair as I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion.I am what I always was. Gleaming and empty.

I gave labor to the grief. 

To the squinting spectator who drank in the despair as I tiptoed off the plane of existence and drifted listlessly through the velvet blackness of oblivion.

I am what I always was. Gleaming and empty.

The scent of yesterday.Rot goes around, rivers once blue gorgeous and animated.Deep, black and quiet, the mirror of contemporary.What you call life completely suffocated in sleepRuins pile up, broken bones and dead wood.Cracked walls.It is too late to start again.

The scent of yesterday.

Rot goes around, rivers once blue gorgeous and animated.
Deep, black and quiet, the mirror of contemporary.

What you call life completely suffocated in sleep

Ruins pile up, broken bones and dead wood.

Cracked walls.

It is too late to start again.

There is a mist that chokes the land.The waves attack. Relent.The skies attack,They come, relentless.

There is a mist that chokes the land.
The waves attack. Relent.
The skies attack,
They come, relentless.

Out of reach ..collapse into absence. The time to let our minds speak silently in the act of darkening. The past. The future.

Out of reach ..collapse into absence. The time to let our minds speak silently in the act of darkening. The past. The future.

(Source: weissesrauschen)

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All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Burn the me in me and thus every cell of humanity.Those eyes were blind.Those eyes saw wisdom.

All that has been created you will corrupt and destroy. Burn the me in me and thus every cell of humanity.

Those eyes were blind.
Those eyes saw wisdom.

(Source: errrord)