Decepted

Above these deadlands ravens circle the sanguine sky for henceforth our fate is sealed. Death shalt wait in the midst of the night to baptize us with the blood of the traitors.

Drowned in sorrow, my inner child died and reason bid farewell as dementia unleashed its self into my new world. Enshrouded, I sink in thy venomous heart, seduced by thy illusionary dreams. I know thou shalt not mourn my demise nor my shattered soul; it is not hatred that I feel, but grief… and passion in its strongest form.

Cover my wounds with thy lips and lay me down to rest. Purify my soul with thy blood and whisper me thy sweet words to soothe the scars. Say thou shalt wait for me, thou shalt dance with me beyond the satellites again, thou shalt fill this hollow and leave me nevermore.

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Deliverance

Her dying soul struggled for a breath of air, beneath the embers in which they’d left her. She is bound to this place she calls her new home – a tomb without a headstone on which to mourn. Whispers echoed in her ears:

“Heavens shall help thy being!”
“How funny and, yet, how sad, to think thine soul could soon receive a halo and break the curse which thou had cast upon thine self. Could this be fate or something divine? Could this be destiny… or an eternal lie? I am afraid… For my deeds have stirred the skies and unleashed my Hell upon mankind.
Treason – the crime for which I have been brought here, in perfect madness, to rot wrapped in my tangent horrors. HEAVEN CAN WAIT! For my brothers cry my name, longing for my return.” she smirked wickedly and screamed to unchain her hateful spirit.

Pleasure and pain mixed into her fiery eyes and, with a sick satisfaction, she cursed the Heavens from which she had fallen. And so her worries disappeared and embraced the Darkness – her point of existence. She is free once more, walking towards the burning depths for which she longed so much. Thus said the young goddess:
“Soon I shall rejoin my groom and brake the final seal, with lust and passion, while stars align above us to bless this unholy time when demons are unbound.”

Come, Reaper!

Come, Reaper,
Come take my soul away.
Away from this madness,
Away from this pain…
Come, Reaper,
Come take my soul away…

It was quite easy, actually… at least that is how it seemed to be until that very moment. But it would have been harder then I expected.
I stared at the sharp tip laying pierced into my flesh, yet supported by the force exerted by my own subconscious – I had begun. But something took hold of me… another force would not allow me to lower the blade across my arm and snatches the knife, throwing it right across the room. I feel my temples pounding and my rabid heart seemed as though it would jump in any moment right out of my chest. My blood is boiling and I can taste its bittersweetness on the tip of my tongue.
“What are you doing?!” – my consciousness kept asking; without giving it an answer, I throw myself against the humid, cold wall scenting the shiver of death awaiting the time. I backed off… once again. The wound would join the other scars of my past attempts.
It was as if I was afraid of dying, although I am quite familiar with the afterlife. No! This time it was the pain I was afraid of, though it usually gives me pleasure. This time I was afraid to admit it scared me. It was the only deadlock I kept hitting on my way to absolute freedom, to oblivion.

Expired Hope

Who is to blame?
Blame the dead for what she did was wrong, for she enraged the Gods! In the sparkle of her fiery eyes, demons build their hideaways, stirring the sky with the cries of the angels torn by their sharp decadence. The souls hanged on her shoulders are groaning drowned by Death’s laughter, while she is drawing in the air with her bleeding fingertips, giving birth to vipers.
Thick mist descended in the distance, creating the shadows of mischief. A blood-red river, in which a thousand boil for their treacherous deeds, snakes its way along the path. And thus, one of the fallen said:

- Thy darkened shadow hidden behind the sun of bleeding tears, thy breath of sulphur, thy lips blackened by vice and vanity – flames of thy kingdom and the debauchery towards which thou led us, thousands of lies thou blinded us with. Set the armies of thy Lord to better sink through the maze thy victims create. They art amused, they laugh behind their translucent curtain of tears, thus thou try in vain to hide. Cover their ears with thy hands to calm the screams which they do not hear; blind them with thundering lightnings as they do not really see. And thus thou enjoy a happiness which no one could ever feel. For this I blame myself, I blame my past actions, for I could not destroy thee. I scream of hatred as everything shall end this way… So be it! I shall become what I hate to satisfy thy will, for no harm could ever come upon thee.

- Tsk-tsk, oh foolish little one! Why must thou hate thy destiny? Thou art where thou belong to be. Embrace thy brothers and follow me, for our Father has left forgetting thee. My soul may seem hideous, my bones noisy and maybe I shall die… The only wish I held is to see my own Paradise for one last time, before I return to Him. For thou see, these lands hath kept on growing for hundreds of years. Slow decay and destruction hath followed thereafter… A bleak existence, without a ray of hope. The end hath been inevitable from there onward. My Paradise, my Hell unleashed its self on Earth.