It has been a while
since I have joined the ranks
of these so unsolicited chambers.
Walked these unvisited rooms
of ghosts and souls
long since past.
I have walked the halls
of memories past.
Listened to the echoes
of the darkness.
I have seen the lights
of the multi-colored spectrum
and danced in the rain
with the spirits of the dead.
I have conversed with the gods
and delt with devils
while my soul betrayed
good and evil again.
I have howled in the night
and relaxed in the day.
I have been man and beast,
young and old,
living and dead.
My footsteps echo like cannon shots
inside my head
as I retrace these steps of
I have made for myself
a most luxourious lifestyle
of ludacris,
idiotic, ignorant, and deeply disturbing decisions
due to a most masochistic mentality
so mercifully mandated to myself
from myself.
My most masochistic mentality
is in fact a fictional fantasy
of future failures and forgotten faigues
found in such sensually sadistic sentiments
seductivelly suggested through emotional explotation
apathetically applied
through an absolutly abyssal abomination
of captured crystalized characterization.
By becoming both bard and best,
I have bested my poisounous personality
by persuading my more intricate intelligence
with illusions
Mine is a dormant darkness.
Fear not the gentle creature before you,
but the beast your ignorance shall unleash upon you.
If you wish to live beyond tomorrow,
then cast your blade inside the chest of this beast
and wash his sin away with his own blood.
For if you do not,
he shall lay dormant inside of you all.
His darkness is a parasite
that eats at the fabrics of his sanity
and causes his pollution to reach inside your soul.
Piece by piece,
this beast shall steal from you.
It seems, it seems...
Oh yes, it seems...
That I am living in a dream.
And in these dreams,
I hear only screams
with twisted words
and song like birds.
It seems, it seems...
oh yes, it seems...
That I am living in a dream.
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Oh my dear, I've said to much
and even now I cannot touch
these Precious lips, and sweet perfumes
becuase my Bride is in her room.
Oh my dear, I've gone to far
as to stop this hellride's car,
and with the brakes that I did hit
it seems with you a challenge is met.
Oh my dear, I've done naught but sleep
and in this time you chose to weep.
Oh my dear, if
Just cast 'em once, or cast 'em twice...
Put my life on those two dice.
If they roll a five or seven, perhaps, perhaps...
I'll see a heaven.
And if they roll a three or nine, perhaps, perhaps...
I'll be divine.
So my dear, I ask of thee,
to cast them once... or twice... or thrice...
and roll this one a simple three.
For if they roll a grand design
then let it be a six this time.
Three sixes now, I have no luck...
I guess you are my satanic fuck.
Roll for me now a four or eight
so I may prove that lines aren't straight.
Could you roll me a fourty eight,
so I can prove the world is great?
Roll for me a one and one,
snake eyes
Once upon a night time sky,
there was a star that burned so bright
the heaven's themselves were left with fright
and the star had indeed strangled the night.
Once upon a star so bright,
there was a night so hungry for light
that it chose it's fight instead of fright.
Once upon a star so bright,
there was a night that ate the light.
Once upon a sunset sky,
there was a woman beside a guy.
She laughed, he cried...
They danced, he died...
She left, he asked why?
Once upon a sunrise sky,
there was a demon beside his bride.
He laughed, she sighed...
He danced, she tried...
He left, she smiled!
Once upon a midnight sky,
there was
I once saw a man
who wore all black.
With the devil's wings
and the luck to match,
I once saw a man
who wore all black.
I once followed a man
who held his head high.
With a sword at his waist
and a gleam in his eye,
I once followed a man
who held his head high.
I once fought a man
who felt only fright.
With his eyes always jumping
and his life lived at night,
I once fought a man
who felt only fright.
I once asked a man
who knew only pain.
With his voice whispering
against the torrent of rain,
I once asked a man
who knew only pain.
I asked him if
he could ever stop,
and he told me then
he knew how to walk.
I fought
One day, I was walking through the woods and I came across a wolf dieing. I took it into my home and healed it, letting it grow back to life before setting it free. The next day, the wolf came across me in the woods and I was dieing. It stared at me and asked "Why do you die?"
One day, I came across an orphan crying in the street. I took it in and gave it food and shelter, then let it sit in my lap and feel protected. The next day, I set the orphan free into the world again and knew it would find happiness. A week has passed, and the orphen comes to me a rich man and thanks me for the courage I gave it. As he does so, he stands in the doorwa
For You, My Mistress
by Enola Reverof
for you my mistress
i would give, anything your heart desires
and know at night when i need light
your passion is my fire
my torch, to burn away the sins and guilt
of a past i long to forget
becuase for you my mistress
i would give, a future worth remembrance
as my eyes shall settle upon the moon
and bright it sits within the sky
midnight itself could not comfort
the darkest soul of mine
as the scent of a rose renews my faith
and my longing finds hope
for a love as true as thine
the sky, the rose, the very beauty of the night
i would give without proper due
for in your image they all
DreamWorld
by Enola
Come out and play
my games of mind
get lost within
an ocean of time
drowning so deep
you float below
shallow waters to lie within
you could stand but then i win
escape now
my dreamworld
return once more
shattered realities
you thought you could
you never would
yet you should
a need for me
instilled within
so easily defeated
cast aside
a trophy never claimed
escape now, i dare you
my dreamworld, run away
return once more, i'll find you
shattered realities, you have to play
you were consumed
you were drowned
you were released
you may never leave
i now own you
just to set you free
no longer a g
Ironic Existance
by Enola Reverof
Meloncholy hopes
desires untainted
the ice that burns so passionently
an emptiness so full
adrenaline that makes one tired
a passion to be cold
a need for nothing
desiring death
to only be alive
he wanders now
a ghostly form
as light sweet light
disfigures his norm
laid to rest
to never awaken
his eyes shall open
as blindness sets in
asleep now
dreams contort oneself
as reality explodes within'
and worlds merge
thoughtless plans for future
to change the past relived
escapable only in defeat
retreating when you've won
he wanders now
a ghostly form
as light sweet light
disfigures h
Mirage Messiahs
by Enola Reverof
see the flame inside your eyes
extinguished like a candle's flame
look into the void between
the venom of the soul
Mirage messiahs come and go
but the end is still the same
orchards of bewildered souls
ripe for this years harvesting
hopeless need for guidance
feel his love, or feel his wrath
mirage messiahs come and go
but the end is still the same
Alone
by Enola Reverof
as i stand here
and look into the mirror
i see my face shattering the glass
the impact slicing flesh away
blood runs down my face
mingling with tears
the salt burns the cuts
as blood stains my eyes
i thought of you
and this is what i see
hating the reflection
hating what i know
disgusting demons
nightmare-ish days
living for the dead
causes the dead to have life
i wipe away the blood
with a dagger dull and rusted
flesh falls to the floor in clumps
as i reveal myself to myself
all i ever wanted
was to have the outside match the in
and have you see me for who i am
but you still ignore my wounds
a
Shadow Walker
by Enola Reverof
i see you sitting beside me
and know i can walk the day
your smile was the sun
and your presence the dawn
but you found another
some form of light for yourself
and even the pain you gave me
was still a beautiful sunset
so i slipped into the night
and let darkness consume me
my eyes lost thier light
and my flesh grew pale
no more would i show my eyes
or move close to another's body
shy of the break of dawn
i would hide and wait again
now i stalk the streets, a trechcoat in the wind
hair to mask my face, and the past for company
i turn to darkness in another's company
and move away from the su
Growing
by Enola Reverof
In the night's embrace
a child would climb from a window
rush into the woods so near
and find a tree as white as snow
climbing the branches
a caterpillar slipping away
he would gaze at the stars
as his coccoon would wrap around him
he was safe in the branches
as the birds of life could never peck
at his simple and beautiful world
he could see the moon
and in it's light he would smile
and dream of the days to come
where he could share this place
in the arms of a lover's embrace
and as the sunrise broke the horizon
he would watch it reflect off the bay
the colors lighting the night
and his worries w
My Blue Rose
by Enola Reverof
Fields of fruit trees and wild flowers
shall never bring a smile to my face
as roses turn to blood, and lilies to ash
the sun will never grace a single flower
as it will a rose with the color of the sky
look into the moon and you will see it there
floating in it's peacefulness, sleeping
look into a lake, and you will see it there
sinking in it's passion, drowning
search forever and you will find only one
one to cherish with all your heart
and for the darkness, it is a symbol
that even demons can have a love
and even in the abyss of life
you can find something worth
reaching to the heaven's for
t
Verses of Shadows
by Pixiepoof
and Enola Reverof
If tonight were my last night
to be your beloved rose
Would you still look upon me
with that adoring gaze
If you finally saw past the beauty
to all my scars and flaws
would you still look upon me
and not crave to look away.
such demons tore my heart
such demons haunt my mind.
this shadow.. your shadow is my comfort
my company in these haunted halls
but do i deserve such cherished darkness
do i deserve these words you weave?
Is it all for something that exists
Or something you simple wish to be.
If tonight were your last night
to be my beloved rose
it would be becuase
Reflective Funeral
by Enola Reverof
oceans of black and white
tears running like rain
colors swirled together
as forms held each other close
the pain could be held in hand
and the love lost felt in spirit
the taste of sorrow stained the air
and ashes burned the nostrils
a single figure would slip
through the mess of bodies
like a battlefield of lost souls
and this one would pass them all
slowly, he would aprouch the open casket
and his eyes would settle upon the broken remains
a single tear would fall to the cheek of the corpse
and a whisper would echo between the two
"Why... it should have been me..."
Without notice of the
Current Residence: RI Favourite genre of music: Metal Operating System: Windows XP Favourite cartoon character: Lots of anime Personal Quote: "It seems a man is a slave to his past, and mine shall surely be the death of me,"
Favourite Visual Artist
Boris Valejo
Favourite Movies
Too many to count..
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Sentenced, Metallica, Bush, Dark Tranquility, Seether, Machine Head, In Flames
Have you ever felt that need inside of you to wake up? Have you ever had that dream in which it was so real to you, yet you were speaking to yourself about some understanding of the universe that you would only use to better your life?
I haven't.
I do not remember my dreams, nor do I even know I have slept except that I sit up and my eyes are blurry.... the time has changed... and my body is stiff.
I sleep in my mind, however. I am not so sure if they are the same, but I do the same thing with my mind and heart that I do with my body. I will randomly sit up and say "Wow... How much time has passed since the last time I sat back and closed
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Yes. I am indeed textually humming. I have been sitting here now for 3 hours bored out of my mind. I have seen every website I have visited in the past 6 months, seen every comment left on my last journal, realized my yahoo messenger friend list has NOBODY on it ever!, and even gone so far as to watch a m
Alright bastards... You want a journal entry?
Well then here's a journal entry for you.
Fuck you all.
Fuck you and you're damned "I'm so dark and evil." attitudes while you sit around and twidle your thumbs in your ass wondering why if you're so evil, your life is still so mundane.
Fuck you all and your discriminating bullshit behavior of how darkness should be and what evil should act, say, or be.
Fuck you all and your bullshit lives with your bullshit fucking piss ant stories and dreams.
Fuck you all while you wait for someone else to cause the armeggedon.
Fuck you all while you read this and think I'm just some street punk on a rant
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