No way around it

submerged by anger
ready for action
 
plan act stay low
 
the other half will be waiting
 
his hand will struck and struck hard
no breathing allowed
 
agony is in the waiting
paranoia is in the hiding
 
let those hands suffocate what is under
let those fists bury deep what is in sight
 
fatality is ahead of us
let us act and then mourn our loss
 
a killer has been born
the ropes are in the waiting
hanging up above for those staying low
 
get lost and die
 
the birds will go on singing
till the earth stops spinning
 
wake up the angels are here
 
 
Self.
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A rapture down the abyss

Shrinking into a tiny lizard

I crawled under the folds of my second skin

What did you found under your stinky nature

I slipped under the past only to see it is also the future

I am trapped inside an ancient cycle

Which i believe is my divine judgment

Step back lower familiar, or i will call for the abyss to manifest

The fire within the temple will burn you

Cold then heat then burst

Dont rise above the air

For you will fall down the well

Pitch dark, i resumed my rapture

Only to discover that i did not leave the vessel

Slow down, the lord can hear you

The oven is ready

I am the last element

Levitate lower being and let the flames consume you

Are you ready for the big fall

Your last and everlasting doom

Failure indeed, follows failure

Self

Boiling Guts

Should’t estranged dreams invoke us into a world which never existed

A rapture to the order of the unknown

Yet this imposing dead tree i see now

Boiling my heart inside

Not of envy, not of fear

But still burning within

Its branches cutting deep

Into open and rotten wounds

A burst of words has come to oblivion

Strong doses of pain lingering into my lungs

I can no longer inhale

Chained with my own lament and lack of might

Self.

Here i remain alone

Here i remain alone

Would i ever want to meet God

Would i ever want to feel being near The source of divine light

The godly spirit

The godly word

The godly breath

The godly figure

Creator of souls i ache to reach

Creator of life and death

The lord of suffering

The lord of destruction

The lord of mercy

Here i am alone in sin

Here i plunge deeper and deeper

I am the swamp

I am the pitiful

I am the recluse

Self

Here i am here within

I sit on my throne and see

I set on the east and fail

I rise on the west and burn

I am king here, i am king of Hell

No one has ever walked on my lands

For my lands are lakes of fire

For my lands are the dwelling of the dead

Still, i am a false king

I am the false prophet

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

See up in the sky and look for me

I have slept with the northern star

I have left the castle of eternity

I ll rise again

And this time with no mercy

When the day comes look for me

When your death awaits swallow me

When you lose your faith caress me

They are not screaming for they are content

They are not crying for they have seen the truth once before

Do not let me fool you

Kiss my ring and bow down to me

Know who is your master and give in to me

Give in to my lies

Give in to my fake promisses

Give in to my lust

Fail your true light

For i am your knight

A headless horseman is my vessel

I am falsehood

Know your pain for i am near

Know yourself for i am here

Count your days for i am who will bring you down

Down to the kingdom of Hell

Listen to me and follow

For i am the false prophet

I hear whispers now

Tell them, tell them

I walk upon the earth

Self

Without Compass

Need you

Touch me

Pressure each finger and your palm on my male breast

Let me follow the invisible lines of your black and red finger nails
Press them again on me while going all over my arms

Let me hear your breathing while being so near to me

Caress me with your long hair while whispering my servitude to you

Let me dream, alone on my bed

I have lost my compass and only long for a faceless being

Who are you

No human identity behind the presence i wish to summon

Will i ever be able to live these moments

Moments in bed

Cool nights and cool early mornings

I wake up before you

Glorifying your enchanting sleeping beauty

I ll serve you all my life

Only fear will stop me

But if you discover my hidden buttons

I would sacrifice my life for you

For i am no thing

Self

Fallen Angels

In a deserted state of consciousness

Only the soil prevails
No hills no trees
This is where the horizon starts
And where it ends

The dwellings of the dead
The land of despair
No one ever believed that there might be a change
This region is haunted by anguish
This is one of the seven districts of Hell

Yet there has been a happening
The wind has awaken and spoke

I, may be, have been charmed
This is the same kind of magic
Weaker may be but sharing the same roots
The wind has lost his mind indeed

When the air lusts for strangers
It becomes wind
Nay, not strangers, but may be fallen angels
Self