Love from Room 109 at the Islander (on Pacific Coast Highway)
A beginning brings forth questions.
Answered are these with lie upon web.
Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace.
The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth,
tangling it's hypocritical mass around the throat
of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose.
The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke,
gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of self-deceit.
Consuming the melody of shrieking horror
the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action.
The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled,
revealing darkn
Answered are these with lie upon web.
Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace.
The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth,
tangling it's hypocritical mass around the throat
of human instinct like a self-perpetuating noose.
The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke,
gains a dagger to sever all ties to the vine of self-deceit.
Consuming the melody of shrieking horror
the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action.
The constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled,
revealing darkn
9th Circle
Watch the twilight
Colour the sky
In this monotony of chaos
Insane limbo
Sickening sights
In this garden of dark delights
Lunatic dreams become nightmare reality
Entangled into persistence
No answer to your existence
The curse has come
We've been waiting all to long
Morbid enlightener of souls
Wandering distant and alone
Deboned and defleshed
Denied is our lives
Enter our graves
Exalted as we die
True hell on earth
Forget the burning heavens
Dedicated
To the lord of living pain
Motherfucker
Who told you hell was warm
Infernal winter
The ninth circle closed