The Three Chosen Emotions From the depths of undead love comes hatred. The kind of hatred that means to kill. To tear you to pieces and feel your blood. And yet does it? No. It just hides inside of you, waiting for the right moment, the right moment to pounce and destroy. The tiny thought, being, that needs to devour. Inside love is the heart. The beginning of your being, your soul. Your love brings with it power, the power to see. To see clearly, clearly enough to cover up white and taste black. The end of the road is near, yet you cling on, never leaving, never saying goodbye. For love is the power of your your heart, of your blood. And yet deep down in your mind you find an escape. An escape from everything, and escape from the world. The truth of your soul in full blossoming unwinds itself from the grasp of terror, from the grasp of death. The eternal feeling of life awakens. So forever twirling, you linger. Forever singing,
The Dark SeekersThe dark seekers come riding by,their big black bodies against the sky,searching for my doom.They ride into the camp at midnight,just as the dawn day breaks,hunting me down.They listen at footprints and look at sounds,disturbing my view.They wield their swords forever more,wearing the crowns they slew.With each breath I take,I go further into their midst,eluding the light I see.Everything goes dark.Black.My senses disappear.Unto the ground,over the stars.
Your SoulThe fruit of the tree,Is like the heart of your soul,In days early light.
FreedomThere is no such thing as freedom.The world makes you it's slave.Everything builds up and crashes down on you like a big wave,silencing you underneath.Tossing and turning,scraping and burning,it holds you.Far down in the depths.Singing a song like a child at play,like a comfort zone made into a tune,I listen for whispers.The sound catching in my ears.Do we play the game or surrender?Time flies like a sloth,awaiting the next hour.To come and die a prisoner.When the gates open we hug on chance in the morning and are on our own at night.Run,hide,and scream your tears,for the day has lost it's memory.They stay silent,never to move or wake.The lights dim,fade,and die.People watch for a new beginning,but it will never come,for our curse strong.And holds.There is no such thing as freedom.