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oodbye cruel world, I lost my way.

I hope one day to find it.

But if I fade and turn to dust

I don’t think I will mind it.

Scatter my ashes

from the edge of the shore.

I shall feel nothing

forever more.

If that’s my destiny,

then so shall it be.

I won’t let this world

try and alter me.

Even with my eyes open

I cannot see the light.

My hands are in fists

but I cannot fight.

Pain is the only thing

right now that I feel.

Love, happiness, pleasure-

none of them real.

I can’t keep pretending

that I am content

when all I am filled with

is pure resentment.

Lost in thought, I call upon

yesterdays tears.

Suddenly, everything seems

perfectly clear.

When no longer living,

at last, I’ll be at peace.

All my pain and all my sadness

will finally have ceased.

No longer will I be succumbed here

to wallow in my sorrows.

I won’t be afraid of the future to come.

There will be no tomorrows.

You fly over me

like a vulture over prey,

glaring down at me,

with my mind do you play.

You live dual lives

to trick my foolish heart,

to make me fall in love with you

so you can tear me apart.

You stare at me in pain

waiting for me to die,

you relish in my anguish

as you watch my body writhe.

Your only aspiration

is to vanquish my ambitions

by giving me false love

to mask your true intentions.

You will wipe away my tears

and watch me faint with a sigh,

then later laugh deep inside

while my soul does cry.

My breath, you take away,

as my heart beat does cease.

It is the agony of lust

that will result in my defeat.

I see your face

in every flame

and the feeling within me

is always the same.

At the very sight

of a burning fire,

I am consumed

with a raging desire.

You have triumphed

over me after all

and you savor every moment

of my spirit’s downfall.

The yearning and burning

for that which I crave

has delivered only suffering

and condemns my soul to its grave.

Because of you

my heart does bleed.

But that’s what you wanted,

on my pain do you feed.

So as my sanity

becomes undone,

and I find myself

once again abandoned,

I will lull myself

into an eternal rest,

and plunge the blade

deep into my chest.

Oh, the agony of lust!

By day she is secluded-

everyone thinks she is strange.

But by night everyone is eluded

as she takes on a mysterious change.

Four robed silhouettes arrive at her door

and she welcomes them one by one.

The conjuring circle is drawn upon the floor.

Beneath the horizon heads the sun.

Sitting in a circle they all joins hands.

The lights are turned down low.

On the wall the shadows dance

from the flickering orange candle glow.

Being sure to keep their concentration

on the one black candle in the middle.

The high priestess begins the invocation

as the others tense and keep a silent vigil.

From the Book she calls the infernal names

awaiting the secrets of the dark to be revealed.

The spirits rise to their mischievous games

unveiling phantasmal images so unreal.

Five pairs of eyes are filled with wonder

seeing things never seen before.

They fail to hear the distant thunder

and the raging winds that death explores.

They chant their incantations.

The black clouds are coming near.

Oblivious to the evil emanation

that should have them gripped with fear.

From the flame bursts a haunting shadow,

a black phantom with eyes flaring red.

With a skeletal hand, out reaches the foe

and grabs the priestess - her eyes filled with dread.

With its bony hand around her throat,

leaving her desperately gasping for breath,

she flails her arms and legs while the spirit just gloats-

he knows in just moments she’ll meet an ugly death.

He lifts her body up close to his

as she hangs there motionless with fear.

Her reflection in his eyes is the last thing she glimpses,

down her cheek rolls a salty tear.

"One last time you will kiss goodbye"

says the demon to his prey.

Lightning darts across the sky

as he takes pleasure on this sacred day.

He opens his mouth, the endless hole,

and presses it hard to her lips,

drawing the deepest breath he sucks out her soul

with a diabolical and most deadliest kiss.

Silent cries of desperation

make their way throughout the room

as the ceremony ends in desecration

and a cold wind blows from the Angel of Doom.

To the floor he lets her body drop

and raises his arms to the sky,

not wanting the amusement of mayhem to stop-

he hisses "Now its time for the others to die."

A black mist creeps about their feet,

and suddenly they can’t get in air,

convulsing and gasping, they know they are beat

by the fiend that came forth from the candles glare.

The very essence of life departs from them all

as their bodies slump to the floor.

Their chests no longer rise and fall.

Their hearts will beat no more.

The circle is broken eternally

as five bodies lie motionless on the ground.

Stripped of their lives and souls so mercilessly,

demonic laughter is the only sound.

All life has slowly drifted away,

caught in the backfire of a spirits spell.

They should have known better than to play

with the supreme powers of Hell.

Standing on the bridge,

watching the sun leave the sky,

nothing but hollowness

behind my vacant eyes.

The tears fall tirelessly

down my cheeks.

My will to live

growing ever more weak.

The waves smash against

the stone pillars below,

as if trying to collapse the bridge-

the only stability I know,

the only thing standing

between me and a quick death.

One step closer to the edge

brings me closer to my last breath.

I wonder how many lost souls

have stood here in this very place,

thinking the thoughts that I think now

with tears streaming down their face.

I wonder how many of them

have actually gone through with it,

devoured by deaths temptation,

wounded by life and ready to quit,

leaping over the railing,

plummeting through the air,

the wind numbing their skin

and whipping through their hair,

penetrating the surface of the icy water,

quickly swallowed by the crash of a wave,

their lifeless body violently tossed

as the stars begin to fade away.

I wonder just how many

of those same lost souls

died in the name of love

as their pain of loss took control.

Just how many went down

crying out an ex-lover's name

wishing there was some way

for that person to suffer their pain,

so full of anger and resentment,

bitterness, even hate,

waiting for that sacred rescue

but now its too late.

The sadness swells within me

as I relate to those emotions,

the urge to jump consumes me

as I acknowledge my fatal devotion.

Well, I have to go now,

its time for me to fly,

to carry out my last decision,

to kiss my life goodbye.

I just hope the splash is

loud enough for you to hear,

as I embrace death's calling

and you are nowhere near.

No where to hide,

too many rules to abide.

My spirit is dampened

from the tears I have cried.



I have to bring an end to it all

never again will I shamefully crawl.

I will close my eyes to the world,

let go of life, watch it fall.



Drowning in a sea of black.

Dying, there's no turning back.

Light is fading from me

as I walk the forbidden track.



I transcend to an unearthly place,

and watch as my mortal life is erased,

swathed in sedating darkness

as I forever fall from grace.



Pushing through nonexistent shadows,

within me, misery grows.

I long for the eternal peace

of a silent repose.



With an empty stare, I wait,

lost within a dream-like state.

Suddenly haunted by a presence

from which hatred strongly emanates.



A mind so twisted,

temptation never resisted.

This enticing, wicked being

I never knew existed.



So many phantoms looming over my head,

thriving on the terror from which they are bred.

Tormenting me with skeletal hands,

I loathe those haunting dead.



Escaping to the chasms of my mind,

within my thoughts, safe, confined,

until despair finds me

and my sanity unwinds.



When will they stop haunting me,

maliciously taunting my memories?

Will my soul ever know

real silence and peace?



Not here!

There once was a time

when I used to dream,

until I found out the granted ones

are not always what they seem.



Sometimes things do not turn out

quite the way you wanted them to,

after your prayers have been answered

and your dreams have come true.



We vowed to be together

'till death forced us apart,

never knowing that fate

would soon shatter our hearts.



His death left me devastated,

embracing my grief-stricken tears,

I heard the dark angels mourning his depart,

the end to his earthbound years.



On a cold and windy day

where dark clouds covered the sky,

we buried my beloved,

those spirits and I.



They delivered a wordless eulogy

as tears filled my vacant eyes,

and laying my head upon his grave,

I whispered my last goodbyes.



How can death possibly conquer love?!

Even a love eclipsed by shadows?

The more and more unfair it seems,

the more the rage within me grows.



Those dark phantoms fed on my fury,

raising chaos in the spirit world,

refusing to lose such a fiendish ally,

they joined together, their wrath unfurled.



The impish undead sprits

had all but risen from their tombs,

speaking their incantations

through the pale beams of the haunting moon.



The dirt of a cold grave crumbled,

through the rubble reached a hand,

and emerged the Prince of Darkness.

Once again, the ultimate evil stands.



I wait for him at the cemetery gates,

smirking, as the Holy Ones have failed.

We could hear the howls from the netherworld,

the excitement rising, for evil prevails.



Partners again, basking in wickedness,

bloodshed bringing pleasure to our hearts of black.

triumphing over those who sought to take my dreams

and I stole those dreams right back.

Between a dying summer and a rising fall,

I waited for the rain to come

to wash away the sins

that I ought not to speak of.

I waited for the rain in its mighty reign

to grant grace and pardon the passions

that were forced upon me,

but the sky seems stagnant, un-obliging,

so -- instead -- I lie,

bedded in leaves never trodden black

but glowing warm, reddish hues

that seem dull and muted now---

And the stench of death lingers;

it clings to my rustled hair

along with bits of earth;

it clings to my body exposed

to the open sky blocked by trees.

Oh how I wish the thunder would come,

for with thunder comes rain

and, with rain, Redemption,

but all that remains is dry lightning

that mimics and mocks my parched throat.

I cannot speak,

nor do I want to...

Sometimes I wish the thunder were my voice:

maybe then I'd have been loud enough;

maybe then my pleas would pass

as a sufficient argument

to leave purity intact.

But my voice is not thunder,

and my blood is not rain:

my blood pools not in drains,

draining away my life.

It simply courses through my veins,

creating a permanent blush

that hardly covers my eternal embarrassment.

Oh how I wish the thunder to come,

for, even if it isn't wet,

I recon it to wash away my sins

with a resonating, "No."