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i realize this could be the end.
the end ov everything.
everything that i built my worlds upon.
worlds upon ethereal substances unseen.
and unknown.
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the warmth ov your hands will be an eternal memory.
the cosmic oceans in your eyes are the worlds where i shall dwell agelessly.
the music ov your voice is what i will keep in a quiet room deep in my heart.
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ah, undertaking winds ov funeral mysterya
wipe my timeless slumber ov abominal emperium
drown the flesh in death for none shalt be the key
the principles ov darkness in mortality's debries
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В колонках играет - Living to die Настроение сейчас - none
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Words put me under such a strike.
Absolute defencelessness.
Again.
The state of being open to someone brings so much pain.
But i keep on doing it.
This is about staying true to myself.
Though i could have built the highest walls possible not to let those words out.
Walls from whome?
Myself.
I just need you so much.
In the ways unknown to people.
You are the only thing i want to know about this reality.
And everything that comes along make such deep cuts.
So deep there's less and less hope of staying here for too long.
.
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every night - a trip through deathcold waves ov myserious slumber
every morning - a new grasp ov hot air that rips the lungs
... to be buried again amidst the ruins in the chill of thy embrace.
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cosmos i am
redim the stars and shadow me from the eyes ov mortals
black rivers in which i drowned
nightpale skin
abandone the white kingdomes
tearbled skarlet dusk
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you know... this is cool in a way. writing the stuff that you might read one day. or might not.
noone does, and i lie to myself, that maybe tomorrow.. no.
ahh, this is pointless.
these lines are pointless. lies are pointless.
dont know, why i'm doing that.
i was kinda done with the stuff.. thought so... kinda.
turns out to be the opposite. the stuff isn't done with me.
painful? nah.. just memories. like a... an evening on a cemetery.
memories of life. lives. every day was a life in itself. the cold stones. you can touch and can be one of that stone but you can be a stone that stands here and now. not then and there.
looking into the past. least coolest thing to do. not smart. but who promised to do smartest things anyway?
just want to keep in mind those memories.. you smiling.. the look of your eyes. your soft breath. i can lose anything but i will always have them close to my heart.
time to bleed.
supreme vampiric evil
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astral projection thing is stuck because ov i don't know what
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just the third time of relaxation i hated the thing and abandoned altogether
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next time
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figured out the concept for impaler i guess
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the war ov beings in parallel dimensions
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simple, right? we'll see
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things that are still keeping me in this reality is impaler and one person's existance. yeah, silly, i know. but still. just for the future references
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cant do anything besides staring at things for a long time. that's what you call depression? don't know
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f...ing abduct me!!!
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В колонках играет - pure holocaust Настроение сейчас - stupid thing
beg so much for the black masses to devour me.
the everlasting slumber ov nonexistance is where i belong.
materials ov which i am created are just a heap ov dust.
beyond time into the void cold void..
to create the new form through the powers of cosmic substance.
beyond flesh lies my path.
В колонках играет - dead silence Настроение сейчас - empty
the fact that i'm not gonna hear your voice for the whole next week is a bitch..
really hope you're ok. please... be ok...
let's at least meet somewhere where we are eternal.
where we end and begin.
i've been waiting for too long.
i'll keep you forever.
first samples of riffs for the "impaler".. after sooo long.. cold and grim.. lightspeed fast and slow like the pace of death..
He dreams of voidcold dimensions in his slumber.. and yet, I dare to disturb His Great Sleep..
been a while.. i had known the worlds collided in a gracefull fashion.
yet, poetic and bliss-exposing reverie shall take none of me.
fearsome...
a distant call.
