A Legend That Was...

like a wasted trash he sat down there dried of glee,
thinking how much more worse his life was gonna be,
and there he picked up his guitar and plucked a string,
and a symphony shrieked with pain as if a foreboding.
heavens stood up,
with a fear uncertain,
for the lifeless had cried,
had absence of brain made it insane!
Sanity blew apart in pieces,
all his sufferings he witnessed,
a debt he owed his mother,
the night she died in his arms and whispered.


"Behold the pain my son,
let the burning suns fade before you,
you are the child of a doomed,
let the creator feel the same you".


So shall be done, he professed,
silently as the rage blew the fire,
all the worlds echoed in agony,
The Lord himself with a fear in the eye.
He played on and on and on,
till everything was dead,
every wind was dazed,
for he challenged Gods all amazed.


And then the Ghost rode down to him,
uplifted his guitar and aired,
as if He' himself was the one depressed,
He' himself mourned a mother now dead.
Like a killer He' wanted to destroy,
and a distracted soul there enjoyed,
enjoyed the glum look on Creator's face,
who played consistent, who looked scar-faced.


Fingers bled heavily,
but He' didn't stop,
human He' felt now,
what a mother means He' knew now and lifted his top.
tears began to flow down,
petrified He' was, his face utter dark,
like someone who just got disarmed,
what a symphony, when even the Gods listened to shed in a human's arms!


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For My Brothers In Arms...

Worshiping the good old rules,
how i struggled through each step and failed,
and while I pleased everyone then, disgraced,
you never shook away my friends, you never failed.
A worthless flesh i was, no one when cared,
the breath desired to fade, silently through night & days,
you made me one, proved to be my sun,
your arms my shelter, when even the sky looked away.
The belief wanted to die again,
when the trust was the apathy of an ashamed,
i confided blindly in you, my friends,
like a child hides in his mother's hands.
There were good and there were bad days,
when the nights looked darker than the black-holes ever framed,
Heaven was silent and all was in Hell,
like a savoir you stood up and all was well.
And so i declare the word now,
indifferent to this world paranormal anyhow,
where faith lies under the soil and graves,
you will be my heroes - my friends - my only comrades

Beauty With The Beast

She groans and she moans with the spanking on her ass,
as she helps me through it and let my johnson pass.
And she licks and she flicks, when I'm not around,
Thank mighty Satan, that got her knees on the ground.
Slithering into the wild, is a man's wild desire,
her booty so designed, sets the ice on fire.
Lying down in the sheets, she intends to play all night long,
her lips on my crotch, down where she belongs.
The undressing she goes through, her beauty owns the world,
the pleasure of licking her tits, none could have ever heard.
Sinking into the wild, where the fluids do exchange,
her sultry and slutty eyes get ready to bear the damage.
And so I stop, when the play is all done,
while she continues to moan hungry, like she could swallow a ton.
Leaving her pleased, i get on my feet,
and she lies naked, such is the Beauty with the Beast!

If i could open up,
i would open up to boundaries,
walking through ranges,
standing through oceans.
If i could open up,
i would, to all the suns outside,
brightening yet fading away,
obscured, and dim their array.
If i could open up,
i would, to this lifeless crowd,
acting like strangers offended,
craving on stage with a false fed.
If i could open up,
i would, to air stranded,
invariant, yet falling to conspiracy,
losing the hailed true identity.
If i could open up,
i would, to my own soul,
silently under the bridge of guilt,
black-eyed dreams of lift.

You can kill all your smile for she's gone today,
or you can smile all your life for she was part of it one day.
You can cry all night long for you miss her every day,
or you can cherish those nights when she was with you in gray.
You can ruin your fate for she slipped out of your hands,
or you can do it all fine, for she was once all your stands.
You can turn your head from the truth, cover the face from the world,

or you can face all the world, for she was the truth, that you loved.
You can cry at her name, you can fall to pain as a prey,
or you can feel blessed with joy, for she taught you to be gay.
You can kill your tomorrow, for she took your light away,
or you can brighten it up, for she was your only inspiration yesterday. 

WHAT I COULD THINK OF WHILE LISTENING TO ""MAGGOT BRAIN""

Like i can see HIM at bay,
right in front of my eyes,
just a couple of arms away,
all i need is a wise demise.
What matters is a melody,
the verse within my soul,
and i'll wait till you finish,
the curious universe back to a hole.
Rising sun brings it again,
a new hope of survival to all,
one soul through infinite changes,
asking for a permanent halt.
Heaven or Hell, i don't care,
as long as you walk with me,
take hold of my hand,
let the scars burn through your stare.
Pray for my rescue,
Pray for the salvation,
before the night is gone,
heed a ride in a new direction.
Bleach out my stains,
the blood coloured face,
others might as well suck,
but who gives a fuck!
Unveil me to the truths,
lies all covered,
destroy the silence of path,
let me feel the sweet aftermath.
Life is a sweet mistake,
what matters is the intake,
the distrust all over my brain,
or the positive side, rest in drain.
Take hold of my hand,
let us seek a new road,
bring rejections to an end,
new dreams slayed to end like old.
If i could live a day,
like the one when i can see you at bay,
if only i could walk with you,
i'd walk through hell straight away.

THE FUNERAL

Silence dripping out from the skies,
everyone steps behind as he arrives,
with flowers in hands,
covered of suits and ties,
Screams of life for a saviour's stand,
but all that comes back is an echo,
chasing an unheard lie to truth,
forcing the time to get slow.
Sorrow runs out of words,
yet he gotta stand for his home,
but no one there is concerened,
no one gets the grief welcomed.
And so fades the last light,
his face dead white as snow,
legs tremble as if a quake,
he hits the ground, his self being low.
Thinking it had never happened,
if GOD were so damn real!
or maybe it would have,
for HE remains angry, selfish and cruel.
Clasping the hands together,
he runs out of sense,
words fall short and so does breath,
sitting there alone, lingering to death,
To have, to love, to live, he never saw,
but he'll see it in dreams of blood forever,
forever till he knocks at doors of death great,
and so yet again, he stands up to get raped.




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