The friendship had ended
regret wont come out again
In the field of withered flower
i lay my body there
with the welting of roses
i seek hapiness that bind with darkness
L.O.V.e stands for libido,obscenity,vulgarian,extermist
never enough,love stabbbed me,devoured me until im perished
blood sprawled on the darknest lane
flow like wine in a mouth
drinks the blood until hell freezes over
rent by a lips i cherish most
blooddrunk still exists in his heart
only love he cant stand
lust,libido,sadist are the passion he used to live
The fewer he live
the fewer faults he done
Nothing we could do to change our fate
the spark of hope doesnt exist anymore
it crumble down as i fall apart
it is hard to find way back
when im sad my bloddy tears ruined my life
sky turns to black,thunderstorm rage in hatred
that is the way he live
rage turn into power
and feelings turns to ashes
Voices are screaming
Falling in bloody hell
Screams turns to hell
and hell turns to glory in the hand of devil
Victorious are in the hand of devil
stained the hand with blood
to achieve supernatural power without limitation.
He will escape from prison of hell
the hell that he hail
pride lies in his manipulated hand
trying to reach the light
but nothing he can do
Glory lies in the light
soon the light may faded
once again evil,merciless,supreme chais rule the world.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
supreme way of life
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Sunday, February 17, 2008
Once again sorrowness conquer all
Starless night dropped its darkness scent swallowing my dying heart
Screaming of voices deep within your heart
Aching violently inside me
No matter how far i try
All my effort in vain
It is time to walk away from reality
Just like living in the world of mirror
Hopeless act for seeking truth behind with blind eyes.
Thousand hatred of men
Reignite my faded dreams
Love on the way to conquer the world
Searching for a man which lovelorn is the way he live
The victims of love
Spread over though endless time
Once again with a broken heart
They live through this ageing world.
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