Obscene Eyedeas
September 15th, 2010, 04:31 PM
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCRm-92yefg
Laying upon the grass, a blanket of forgotten weaving, she rests upon the memories of a time long past. She strives for perfection, to live among the emotions trapped within the woods. Night falls and she becomes enraptured in the sounds of creatures feasting and fleeing. She moves swiftly through the woods. She is lost and forgotten but she can never be broken. She holds secrets to her breast and calls like the owls, runs like the wolves. She hides from the world, inescapable in its entirety. She reaches the morning light, the escape and she hits a barrier. Invisible to the cars passing by and the shopping mall, she sees her prison for what it is. Screaming, beating she screams, the violence is back, she wants to hunt with the wolves. Her mind is in a violent spiral to the depths of hell she meets her heroes and attacks with renewed vigor. She calls to the forest, brothers and sisters she calls, it is time to attack. Claws embedded in tender flesh, tears stream down her ugly face but she won't give up on her destiny. It is the hour of the night, the forgotten and she intends to feast on the eyes of the living. She wishes to strip bones and feed the flesh to the rulers of the night. She is ready to strike but held back by forces unknown. She lays face down upon the blackened bridge of the forest. Tenderly she brings the blade to her cheek gently caressing the skin feeling the pinch, tasting the blood. She slits her wrist and holds it over the edge. As the flow begins to stem she leans forward and dives into the black recess of the lake. The shock the pain of the water feels orgasmic and she basks in the light of the moon. She swims to the lake edge and strips slowly, naked in the moonlight she prepares. Cuts upon her arms and legs symbols of demonic pleasure and mans death. A woman once accepted the gift of a snake, a juicy apple worth more then any man or god. Upon her chest she lays the armor of her hero's. She lines up her army and rallies them, those shunned by society they did not fit in any of the tiers, abandoned by the hierarchy they would bring revenge. The barrier is ahead but her army will not be stopped. She reaches out and touches it gently whispering her intentions for humanity and it turns into a beautiful mirror surrounded by a rosé tint. She sees her face in the glass and smile at the horror her life had made her, the image flutters and changes of all the people she had killed in life and so must meet in death. They call to her "come to us" and she steps through the barrier, she has become nothing, as in life she now is in nothingness, nihilists were right, death is nothingness in its entirety. Her army disperses as the rain begins and all she despised collapses in the world. The prison is all that is left all that was chosen to survive. Her contribution to the world.
Listen do you not here
The calls of the maimed
Hear not, see not, speak not
Your time has come in her hell
Watch as time expands,
life collapses, screaming
Dying in hoardes
Rising again amore
как и в смерти
so you shall be in life
Laying upon the grass, a blanket of forgotten weaving, she rests upon the memories of a time long past. She strives for perfection, to live among the emotions trapped within the woods. Night falls and she becomes enraptured in the sounds of creatures feasting and fleeing. She moves swiftly through the woods. She is lost and forgotten but she can never be broken. She holds secrets to her breast and calls like the owls, runs like the wolves. She hides from the world, inescapable in its entirety. She reaches the morning light, the escape and she hits a barrier. Invisible to the cars passing by and the shopping mall, she sees her prison for what it is. Screaming, beating she screams, the violence is back, she wants to hunt with the wolves. Her mind is in a violent spiral to the depths of hell she meets her heroes and attacks with renewed vigor. She calls to the forest, brothers and sisters she calls, it is time to attack. Claws embedded in tender flesh, tears stream down her ugly face but she won't give up on her destiny. It is the hour of the night, the forgotten and she intends to feast on the eyes of the living. She wishes to strip bones and feed the flesh to the rulers of the night. She is ready to strike but held back by forces unknown. She lays face down upon the blackened bridge of the forest. Tenderly she brings the blade to her cheek gently caressing the skin feeling the pinch, tasting the blood. She slits her wrist and holds it over the edge. As the flow begins to stem she leans forward and dives into the black recess of the lake. The shock the pain of the water feels orgasmic and she basks in the light of the moon. She swims to the lake edge and strips slowly, naked in the moonlight she prepares. Cuts upon her arms and legs symbols of demonic pleasure and mans death. A woman once accepted the gift of a snake, a juicy apple worth more then any man or god. Upon her chest she lays the armor of her hero's. She lines up her army and rallies them, those shunned by society they did not fit in any of the tiers, abandoned by the hierarchy they would bring revenge. The barrier is ahead but her army will not be stopped. She reaches out and touches it gently whispering her intentions for humanity and it turns into a beautiful mirror surrounded by a rosé tint. She sees her face in the glass and smile at the horror her life had made her, the image flutters and changes of all the people she had killed in life and so must meet in death. They call to her "come to us" and she steps through the barrier, she has become nothing, as in life she now is in nothingness, nihilists were right, death is nothingness in its entirety. Her army disperses as the rain begins and all she despised collapses in the world. The prison is all that is left all that was chosen to survive. Her contribution to the world.
Listen do you not here
The calls of the maimed
Hear not, see not, speak not
Your time has come in her hell
Watch as time expands,
life collapses, screaming
Dying in hoardes
Rising again amore
как и в смерти
so you shall be in life