deathrimental

I polymorphed into an immortal crow falling down As silent teardrops of crying separated clouds Love retired, my heart became a forsaken town as judgement that I sentenced to blindness Everyday somethings changing n running away Feeling the calm before the storm Crying wasn't hard before than today Missing the spring rain with voiceless screams Living the pain of a javelin in deathly daydreams. Sometimes still drinking jack not only dressing' black Living as a stranger in my mortal body Listening to the melody of whispering winds I believe someday the rain will return and all my tears fly by in the heartaches. -Evrim-

I believed that Life was behind a mountain that I've seen far beyond the horizon As though I would find myself up there. Yet the climax was so different Aftermore I could recall the past   the secrets I've hidden from myself I could see the future   The rocks falling from cliff Hear my the voice of my heart and the death it silently brings My eyes were full moon in a rainy night Time was slowing down, sun was fading in black sea I was preparing to rest while stars are waking up There are a lot of things to be lived The scent of flowers I couldn't make mine The blossoms of trees I couldn't touch What was t

Eight days until sun set nothing in stillness of opaque grows under a somber cloud                            hovers endless, fallowing unseen places and mimics mimes                    clapping rounds; Haven't risen unfiltered rays from royal skies;                        Slender fingers silhouetting trees waving to the wind stirring scents of sweetened vines                                   to toast commemoration, swearing in(ebriated) fathers; founding sons have yet to rise,                                                                 mourning horizon. d.m.c. 08/09/03

And in this dark harvest of season My life has completely lost reason, For which or against to decide. All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide In sadness and in kindness In light and in darkness. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear... Piercing, slashing though my head. Starting somewhere in heaven, Ending somewhere in hell. Fighting, burning, crying, crashing. Are the armies within. In my head they are all thrashing. On the heaven's and hell's whim. To be light or to be darkness. A perpetual array. It's not merely my choi