"He who makes a beast out of himself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man."
"And the light of god shall pass, and in all places holy, the bales of the earth shall split, sending forth that which pray on the dead, and within the heart of each lies the icon of our dislocation."
What is a ghost?
A trajedy condemned to repeat itself
Time and again...
A moment of pain perhaps,
Something dead which still seems to be alive,
An emotions suspended in time,
Like a blurred photograph,
Like a insect trapped in amber,
A ghost
thats what I am.
As my blood slows down...
And my nerves shatter with stabbing pain...
As my heart grows weak...
And the wheels of my being turn slowly...
Stay By My Side...
As my fragile body is racked by pain...
Which verges on truth and manic time....
Continues scattering dust...
And furious life bursted out into flames
Stay By My Side...
As i fade, so you can point to the end of my struggle,
And the twilight, of eternal days,
At the low, dark, edge of life.
Stay By My Side
As I pound on the drums of Hell...
And strum the cords of Humanity,
I sing with the voice of Imortality,
And look at the face of Death.
She sees me looking peacfully,
but still she becons back,
I look up towards the heavens,
wishing I bleed once more.
If i only had one breath.
~dead_boy666~
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