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Lost...
Lost within the mind
inside insane
but not imprisoned inside the self.
wander...
To sites unseen to foolish eyes
where pain becomes the strength
to defy the mortal plane.
Prepare the soul for freedom
when death tears the body down.
As time will never wait
and darkness will always fall.
Embrace the stars, the emptiness ...
and the spirits will light the paths
into the beyond ...
where fools will never see.
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Broken
04:40
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broken ... there he sits
in a darkened room
all alone, not counting the ghosts and shadows
and the demons in his mind
wasting ... clock ticking goes ignored
with nothing to wait for anymore
time slips away
somewhere within, he stumbles
through the maze of thorns all alone
lost his light, his candle burned out long ago
descend the stairs of madness
below the depths of hell, he falls
the sun, the daylight gone from his memory like forgotten dreams
Finding comfort in nightmares
extra-dimensional bliss
becoming one with his fears
and his sorrow
decay ... while the world still turns outside
he is so stil
with eyes half open to watch a spider
weave its web
stagnant ... is his heart still beating in his chest
so cold ... all feeling is lost
did he take his last breath?
broken
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Jehovah's Witless
04:32
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From the start they will try to quell independent thoughts
As a child - force fed religion
Pray, stand, sing with them ... do as I'm told
or else be cast out and left behind
left behind to perish ...
No everlasting life in their Kingdom ...
but they were wrong
Armageddon didn't come when they said
They were wrong then - will be wrong again
Just another organized crock of shit that failed.
but they didn't fully fail in teaching me one thing ...
to shun the cross
to hate, to loathe, to avoid at all cost
the cross is wrong
As a young boy, that's all I took from them
besides believing in nothing
The cross must be cut down
Their Jehovah would be so proud
In their so-called Kingdom Halls, new recruits ...
being brainwashed, day by day
No holidays, No Flags, No sense of self ...
only one God - Jehovah - they must obey
and don't forget - no crosses - no crosses - no cross
And so, the boy watched their towers fall
and their Halls would burn everlasting
in their self-inflicted, self-righteous Armageddon
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Mythical
03:23
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into the shaded wood
the forest of long hidden lords
lose your path, step into the realm
of enchanted spells
there, behold the majesties
the ancient trees no axe could fell
listen to song in the wind
the leaves may whisper your name
the mythicals are waiting there
they beckon you to explore the beauty
you will lose yourself
lost as the setting sun is casting shadows,
you stumble forth
strain to hear a melody in the falling night
no moon to light
weary, you come to rest
just lie a while in a toadstool ring
close your eyes into peculiar dream
you'll never want to wake
the mythicals were waiting there
they've taken you into their enchantment
you have lost yourself
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Of Blades and Burgundy
06:14
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When night falls
when she and I are alone
her darkened eyes meet mine
and we know without words that it's time
Candles
black velvet covered walls
in a cloud of incense
in silence we close our eyes
Meditate
all else fades away only we
remain beyond simple love
in a warm embrace
Taking up the blade
Razor glinting in the candlelight
I feel her breath on the back of my neck
a quick sting and her lasting kiss
Some might say that it's sick, that it's foul
but they don't know what they miss,
for in blood, you just have to believe
When she's had her fill
I feel the warmth of the blade in my hand
with the utmost respect and lust
I trace her past scars
her pale flesh parting over her heart
I allow her life to flow down
A quick moment of beauty before I take
Again.
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The Earth Beneath
04:24
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In the damp of the soil
under graves of forgotten dead
No light No life
Forever and beyond
The black earth beneath
Final bed to hold the shell
Some souls may remain
eternally bound in their mortal tombs
to sink into the depths
slowly infect the grounds below ... in solitude
Until intermingling, Joining Building strength to finally rise
...... First passing through their rotting remains
through the dust and still decay
linger not in their mortal filth
with the moon they ascend
not angels of light, but shadows
blacker still they will haunt
a waltz in the fog in the dead of night they arise
Beware oh fragile souls
who should enter the moonlit graves
should you find the shadows there
blackened specters will draw you in
your only hope is the light of dawn
even then it's far too late
They will take a piece of you and wait for you to fall
Behold and see as you pass by
As you are now, so once was I
As I am now, soon you will be
prepare for death and follow me
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Souls of October
03:07
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pumpkins face carved macabre
draws the eyes when lit within on the darkest nights
time comes for masquerade
ghosts and goblins and demons on parade
scarecrow stands in an empty field
all alone he may dance in the mist
the witching hour comes alive
forlorn souls of october will thrive
skeletal branches bare
reaching out for you under hunters moon
as the bats and owls fly
the door between the living and dead opens wide
autumn leaves under autumn leaves
under autumn leaves turn dark over time
all colors fade away
leaving nothing but black and shades of grey
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By the Sword
02:31
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live by the sword
as is times of old
When battles were waged with razor steel
and blood would pour from mortal wounds
painting a burgundy battleground
To carry the blade
in this day and age
Will open the path for the righteous
When finally he earth comes to its end
and the steel will once again prevail
Prevail
Live by the sword
with honor
when the world comes apart and bullets will fail
carry the blade into glory
as the cowardly weak will fall
Know thyself
but know the sword just as well
Let your enemies know your wrath
when blood comes to blood
at the end of times
They die by the sword
The sword will once again prevail
Die by the sword
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Oceanic Phantasmagoria
03:04
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lost at sea for endless days and starless nights
and then there came the storm
into the eye of violence they sailed
deafened by the howling winds
in the distance, a ghostly light
glowing pale up high above
something strange in ghastly green illuminates their way
directly to their end as they hear the siren scream
the ship was overturned, to raging sea they fell
the lucky ones were drowned, the rest would sink to hell
forty thousand leagues below, serpents pulled them down
into the black abyss, forgotten by their god
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Primordium
06:47
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the angel arrives
on tattered wings, so delicate
crudely stitched, formed of
mortals flesh.
her halo shines
and drips with blackened tears
buzzsaw embedded in her head
brings dreams and beautiful nightmares.
she extends her hand
beckons you for a cold embrace
it's been so long snce her last kiss
she'd give her life again.
into the night you will go
Camille Noire will show you the way
follow her to the end of time
he who stands in your path shall be torn apart.
primordium
city of filth must rise
monstrosities come forth
tear the humans down.
blood will spill
from pillar to post
raise your scythe up high
and cut them down ... cut them down.
high upon the tower she stands
staring out over desolate waste
and to the desert far beyond
sandstorm on horizon.
it was there that she found him, Agonistes, transformer of flesh
seven days of exqisite pain
seven nights of horror ... and bliss.
she spreads her wings
taking flight under clouded skies
in the dark she will find her prey
unseen by the blinded eyes.
primordium
once ruled til the empire fell
now home to the tortured souls
sun setting ... forever more.
an angel to guide them to beauty
the angel will lead them to rapture through pain
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11. |
Within the Embers
10:06
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Matthew P. Davis Massachusetts
This page is dedicated to my brother, Matthew P. Davis's many projects, including, of course, his Secret Stairways project
But, there's so much more! All physical copies are DIY, dubbed at the site of Matt's own Cold Dungeon, (except for occasional "artist copies" where noted.)
Thank you for the love. Grey Sister aka Kathy, Matt's Sister
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