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The Vail Of Marry
Author: Fallen Angel
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The Vail Of Marry
The dark engulfs my dark but silent world,
And night becomes and belongs to me.
I stare into the blackness I love so dear.
And endlessly I roam.
With each new turn I drift endlessly away...
I'm lost to the darkness and can't return.
Yet oddly, I don't really mind as i crave the souls
and rape the minds of the putrid beings
But somehow there is something wrong,
It's not enough just to belong to the darkness
I'm not allowed to have my peace
Until I wake to seek the putrid songs of the innocent
The songs soon change to chants of salvation as the screams,
of death enchant me Much better than before.
Although I don't know what it is,
I want it even more.
I search the darkness aimlessly
And know not what I seek.
My effort seems to be in vain,
But then appears Marry
Through the mist as if a dream
She forms a cast within my sight.
With glowing eyes and arms outstretched,
She pushes back the night.
No words escape her blood red lips,
And yet she calls to me like a web of enchantment
She traps me with seductive stare -
I feel no need to flee her black soul belongs to me.
My flesh and soul feed her ravenous hunger
I can't deny her now for she is ever eboding my realm
I find myself riping deeply into the essence of her being
She lifts my face to hers.
Like a hungry but contented cat,
She sighs, and then she purrs.
Slowly her red lips start to part,
Revealing fangs of death.
With no protest at all from me
She brings a host to share a feast.
For her black soul belongs to me forever in the darkness
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Archangel
Author: Fallen Angel
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Archangel
This is where he is, my beloved archangel.
He calls me and I cannot resist.
I wouldn't want to even if given the choice.
I answer.
You have summoned me, master.
You are begging for me, slave.
Tell me, beloved, who dominates whom?
Your grave.
I lay upon the soft earth beside you.
Sensing you beneath me I reach for my blade.
I will wait for you, forever if you let me.
Above the earth.
You touch me and your touch is ice.
Your body presses against me as your lips touch mine.
Your caress betrays your need.
You need me.
Your lips ask me for silent permission.
My answer is the arch of my body and the curve of my neck.
It would seem my need is as great as yours this night.
A bloody kiss.
You press a soft, nearly chaste kiss to my nape.
And as I fall into the midnight blue of your eyes
I feel a sharp pain which is then replaced by pleasure unimagined.
Minutes left.
You are draining me and I beg you not to stop.
In the end you do, but too little too late.
I feel my life ebbing away and I know I will be dead shortly.
Your blood.
You reach beside me and lift my blade.
You take off your shirt and make a cut above your heart.
You kiss my forehead and bring my lips to the blood.
Undying.
For one precious moment we are one, together at last.
As the blood flow stops and my death pains come.
I can think only of you, our love, and my descent into death undying..
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Ashen Tomb
Author: Fallen Angel
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Ashen Tomb
Something smiled in my ashen tomb Someone shook it, fall to doom Some laden angel it was who said That never emerging I'd end up dead Fall to your doom sweet angel mine Fall and fall t'il the end of time And die, die sweet angel true I need my demon more than you Leave me, go and fly away Promise me you will not stay I need not your bellowing cries But I need a pair of demon's eyes I sit myself in the dirty street Hoping for my death to meet Sweetly slowly, I do die With a pair of demon's eyes My death ends sweet and full of true I chose my demon over you Someone smiled in my ashen tomb Someone shook it, fall to doom Some laden angel it was who said That never emerging I'd end up dead.
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BANISHED
Author: Fallen Angel
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BANISHED
Fallen to the fallacious foreboding darkness that froze my soul within irrepressible enbanishment to the irreverent side of imortality beyond the isolation of invulnerable gains to immortalise my grievous soul to the contribution diluted as a diffusion of memories inexact by dreams that inflame the morning by inducement for the plea of enlightenment within the irreverent side of hopes and dreams where spector shadows invade upon my ineptitude as fallen angels indulge upon inefficient salvation for the soul invaded within.
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Bits Of Dreams
Author: Fallen Angel
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Bits Of Dreams
Dead roses a forgoten past,a desert of sand, a crying moon.
this is a relm of madness and emotional preludes.
Nothing but darkness in this isolation,
just the endlessness of failure and desperation,
with its endless fakeries.
there is no outside world, just broken bits of dreams.
I have heard the screams, the fears, the loneliness.
everything turns to dust, I only belong to dreams.
as I have been from the start, like a moth drawn to a flame,
shadows disappear all the same,
Night has come and the moon looks down like the sigh of a lonely heart,
alone in the dying night, no fear to give,
No fear to take without this relms onward dream would fade,
like the petals on a black rose,
I can see the broken pieces and the worlds failing sins.
where its all gone wrong, and where it has to end
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