Void's Flesh"Dark chambers of my mind locked around the neck of my loveNone of you understand and it doesn't matter to a broken marionette like me"Island in the sky, protected from and by its will. Lightning to the grounds, earthy shaking and fire for the eternal ocean's depths. Wish in the night ends at dawn to discover Mirror's fate. Crush the ice while you can for water will forever shift and decide to stay. In the North. Deserts of glassy fire hide the eye of a ruby dragon to be found when the seventh sphere aligns with its opposite and hides the Flesh source from Void's sight. Break and shatter the mirror to escape a sight so frightening and scream. Release the Flesh from its nonexistent prison and balance the universe's preference. Void over Flesh, you push Flesh over Void, heart before soul and love before reason. Stand still and find no Time to soothe, silver flash and crimson slash blood calls for blood and silver for change. Abyss no more is the punishment for the children without a cr
Mirror, mirror...Mirror, mirror on the wallWho tells the truthAmong us all?If truth there beThen it is not to be denied.Its right to revelationWill not fade withThy resolutions.Silver eyes, open to liesCan but reach for the surfaceOf that icy pondWhere truth and realityDo dwell in the night.Prey, do reflect uponYour position.Lest your reflectionBe but a glassy dreamIn this solution.
Sweet Acid RainThere's something soothing about the rain. You know, the sound of drops on your roof, the steady rumbling of thunder as lightning strikes afar. Can you predict where the drops will fall next? No because even though there is, has, to be a pattern, it is too large and intricate for us to grasp. Everything in nature has a pattern, veins on a leaf, seasons, feathers on a bird's wings; everything is and should be in its proper place.Raindrops fall on your face randomly, or so it seems, and the child opens its mouth to catch the sweet water. Thirst that can never be slaked, it always stops before the glass is full. A glass with a tear-shaped hole as the gods sing and weep for the sorrows of mankind. Acid drops from clouds of greed, white and corrupt. Find your umbrella dearest boy, sweet girl, lest thy soul be ruined and torn to shiny pieces.
O.W.Always remember that you were born to be without.Are not meant to live within it but by chance have found it.You do not need it to live and it does not need you to exist.Your choice
Time's Illusions...What, do you think, is the matter with time? People talk as if they can control it somehow. What if time as we know it is an illusion? Now think about this, if it weren't for watches, calendars, etc… and the carefully designed system of measurement we would not be aware of the rhythm of life. Time itself (the word) would not exist. It is hard to imagine life without the concept of time as even the early groups of mankind (no I will not say the 'c' word) had ways to measure the length of actions. Insecurity would rise. The knowledge, the illusion that we know what is coming next – i.e.: tomorrow is Sunday, it is predicted and concrete, thus safe – makes man feel safe and in control. The reality is not as fuzzy or soft. There is no way to predict what will happen just because what has not come yet has already been given a name. If time is an illusion there is no way to actually "go back in time" or "travel into the future". The future will never come because when things finally happen th
RiddleI have many namesYet I have none.I am the emptinessWhich fills the mindWhen all links are broken.I am the voidWhich sucks the bodyInto eternal slumber.I am the shadowWhich will hide the sun,Letting it shine upon you.I am the lightWhich shines in the night,Leaving you in the dark.I am the end.I am the beginning.All fear and hate meBecause I bring them peace.I am Death.