stars and skull, and the love below

seven sins,
nineteen ways to indulge.
he was there when i saw her.
she wasnt alone.
i wept the night and tried to be.
the hero who she was waiting for.
the flying man in circles.
chasing, grappling and thundering through the void in your mind.
welding this hollow pillars.
using my superpowers which i thought could heal.
she died.
he wasnt there when she did.
he was drowing when she bleed.
i killed him, but it wasnt my fault.
i was saving him from himself.
the curse that fly right thru you.
but she,
but she...
was always in my mind.
i tried to let her go and tell her that i might explode one day.
my super powers will destroy me.
but she...
is the one i have to protect.

- kriegman the space explorer

the glass candle

the swing was to sleep your soul in peace and tranquil.
the step forth was a plan to ruin your grace.

lose your god and seek revenge.
the sword has always been in your hands.
the hero you are rest dark beneath the smile in his face.
it is the only option you have, to cleanse disgrace.

i am there for you.
let me guide you through this blackened aura.
tattooed by our own sins.
a playground where we've always been.

redmption seeks those who find it.
understand this path is not a redemption.

you will slay your anger within.
you will come home clean.

your hatred and stupidity leads you to the visible stench of your own ego.
it is something i will never guide you or to tell you to let go.
you blood rages with the senseless pain that you crave for.
you know you can't live the day without it anymore.

i am here for you, to let you feel the pain of your ignorance.
i am here for you , to simmer guilt between your ears.
your existence is my freedom.
to let me guide you to his awaiting doom.

shiver, shiver, shiver.
to the illusion of winter your mind creates.
and cry so hard to his righteousness,
for he has abandoned all his hopes.

this life is too far from over,
understand this is a dream.

- fisa ka aiko the concubine

vistasia beta

pleasure be and start the dream.
never thought it would end the scream.

apparently this machine had stopped the nerves of an unidentified spectre,
and the enigmatic lush of his agonizing smile.

these tears that too often rolled down his interface without his knowledge.
he said he was left behind a long time ago by a father he was supposed to know.

i am who i was and i was created for this cause.
the beauty of the mushroom cloud in this virtuosity.
my relentless regrets for my existence, for my beauty is your destruction.

creator, diseminate my sleep in jpeg layers.
so you can finally see my true colors.

and miss norton decides her last kiss goodbye.
and seek my forgiveness for her tearless cries.

- todt the virtual virus

ishida

a vengeance, the lord of mercy, a sheperd of lost brothers.
my face smothered with tyranny of all evil of the others.
so i smile upon thee with furious anger and undying laughter,
shall i strike your heart with guilt that will last till hereafter.
the weak shall perish and seek salvage from the shadows in sin,
apart from their swelling empathies that kept them within.
the courageous and the righteous, will then be crying and bleed,
their false idols brazen and dismembered by the children of their seed.
destroyer oh mighty destroyer of lands and forsaken souls,
you are the force that our forefathers had told.
save yourself, the change has come to an end before you.
save yourself, the tide will stop and then nothing will be ever true.

- xavi the warrior priest

serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever

twentyeight

seven it was. six it may. nonetheless, five it is.
so four became the crowd that died, from the disease of the three lotus.
another two conspire to overthrow this one earth, that burns from everlasting numbers.

~shakarumu

beautiful murder

face it.
whenever you feel like killing it.
it doesnt change anything. it burns you clean.
allow it to infatuate and love your sins. that you deny. that you deny.
oh holy men. oh sinful ones. may the beloved sky set you free.
abolish your guilt by means of blood that flows freely in a river bed.
enough said. enough said. i know the secrets of your happiness.
he was the first and last to know, the beautiful lie that you conspire.
let it be scorched in the flame of fire. release the cure for your agony. you have done enough for yourself today.

~asante the sky warrior