I have received a calling
and the night calls to me.


-the parade of the insane--the parade of the insane--the parade of the insane-
darkness clouds the mind
insanity sets in and painfully slow it seems your rotting from within. your vision's gone red thoughts of murder and death dance through your head. Icey fingers have gripped your soul
you seem patheticly hopeless
with no where left to go. in a fog of confusion living a delusion everything warm now seems to be an illusion, a long lost deam
with realizations of terror you try to scream. your trying to reach out
to make someone understand
but your voice has gone dry and crumbled away &nb


-the calling of the night--the calling of the night--the calling of the night-
the night calls
from behind moonlight's pale veils and shadowy walls. Enticed by the darkness of night I stray from the light the moonlight entrances the senses enhances the shadows enfold me enslaved by the light of the day until the night can hold me. The stars smile and guide in the shadows secrets hide the moon's gaze beckons me in to the night where Im glad to be alive. The spectres of night whisper
of the aura of darkness the eternal giver, of protection, of power call upon it in the midnight hours &n


-the ancients-the warped perception of the mindless hords beauty becomes decay to the ones who truly see-the ancients-
the ones who's thought don't go with the monotonous drone of the flow, who create their own paths to follow and go with what they feel. they see past the delusions created by the simple minded souls that only know what they are programmed to. the programmers laugh and smile submiting the majority to become wretched and vile. they make more of the desolate life they are given for they are the ancients re born again amongst the living holding the power the secrets long hidden. so is their path lonely


-living on-eye sockets bleeding and hollow still walking tormented pain too hard to swallow. in the mangled form that once was your body, mishapen, forsaken your image so haunting the repetition of your existence as you walk silently. behind you leaving nothing but your bloody footprints a constant reminder of your cruel life's punishments. your now a sombre soul walking through darknesses maze, to the living that see you your nothing but a translucent haze. youll go on for eternity alone, with no one around you without a place to call home. the footsteps of the dead the lonely path-living on-


my shadowwe all have a shadow someone that follows us all the time constantly there just over our shoulders a shadow that takes its effect once every great while and can effect our lives through beats and pullsmy shadow
my shadow is simple and not much to say but everything at once something great and something pure and a curse all to my own
my shadow is the man that most of you know that infatuates you and you don't know why that draws your very breath short in amazement as to what he is my shadow is perfect in every way every
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to see through my eyes you must see the darker side of life and be able to call it beautiful ...
a leafless tree with the wind moaning through it on a full moon night, the pure morbid beauty of life.
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to see through my eyes you must see the darker side of life and be able to call it beautiful ...
a leafless tree with the wind moaning through it on a full moon night, the pure morbid beauty of life.
HOPE YOU ALWAYS LIKE IT
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WHATEVER...There Will Always Be ..Way to go THROUGH..JUST Looking For Your Way.......
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