Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Dream


Dream is your heaven of alternate reality
where your soul embraces your insanity
where your songs are sung for eternity
where you heart aches relentlessly

Take a step back and enjoy the scene
this is where you embrace your sin
this is where you paint the obscene
this is where you wash yourself clean

Dream is your memories screaming in pain
it is where your conscience go insane
it is where you have nothing to gain
but only to lose yourself in the pain

Dream, is a place you should just stay

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Nightmare

How does your nightmare look like?
Does it look so wrong yet so right?
Does it make your mind feel so tight?
Does it make your soul feel so high?

Guilt on your left and conscience on your right
Believe in your fear and feel His might
Pray in your dream and hope will ignite
Forgive yourself and guilt will subside

Dreams are the filthy desires in your mind
Whispering your thoughts in black and white
Trust your senses when you lose your sight
Conscience will be your greatest guide

How would your nightmare look like tonight?


Monday, February 24, 2014

Hide

Have you ever tried to run, so hard that you would not stop even if you start to puke? 
Have you ever thought of disappearing, so much that you would rather burn yourself into dust?
Have you ever wanted to hide, so much that you would rather dig your eyes out?
Have you ever felt like running away, so much that life itself seems like an easy thing to give up on?

What would you do?

What would you do with those thoughts?
What would you do with those sadistic thoughts that are consuming you?

Would you embrace it?

Would you cover it up?

Let us run, away from the unpleasant truth

Let us disappear, from this miserable society
Let us hide, from this disturbing reality

Let us hide, from our own disgusting existence



Sunday, May 13, 2012

Existence

.

How should I stop myself
from being the garroter of my own
from the eternal loop of Sisyphean
from the endless cycle of Uroboros

How should I prove my existence
if I never existed?
The thought of acceptance
evokes a disturbance on my innocence

I enjoy the nocturne of Nihilism
the fallacious song of existence
I loathe the very existence of my presence
quivering with the sickening indulgence


I lust for your lithe figure, such a filthy temptation for you to slowly devour my existence




Saturday, May 28, 2011

Lone


Breaking the cycle of self-indulgence
Emptiness revolves around seductions
I'm too afraid to show my existence
Neither me nor myself nor reflections
Gaze into silence and look for guidance

Let me in you filthy little creature
Everything you see ignites your pleasure
Fuck insanity when I sew my eye
To blind myself from your beautiful lie

Orobas merely exists for our revelation
Utter madness ingulfs the goetic invocation
Triangle and circle are the key to evocation

Take me to the place where everyone cries



Friday, May 6, 2011

Guilt


Darkness was the road that lies ahead
your presence was nothing but a fate
Your existence was blurred and disgraced
yet deep down inside I was afraid

The loathful bond between metal and flesh
crucifying conscience in a flash

So just kiss the sin of remorse that I violate
cause' I adore that disgusting sound that you make

Empathy fades as I drown my conscience
Guilt is now a stain in my existence
I'm now being punish for my violence
for drowning my conscience into silence

I am sorry that I killed you








Sunday, January 23, 2011

More

I can feel your breath
penetrating into my senses
excitement soars
rationality blurred

It's burning
yes
the glares you saw
the screams you heard
were the signs of my twisted mind

I can feel it no more
your breath
we've lose ourselves
feelings were obscured

No more pain
no,
more..








Monday, January 10, 2011

Watched


Each and every single day
You'll appear
with all the gorgeous clowns
watching them, silently
and I'll be here waiting
watching you
when you lie

Each and every sinful day
You'll be here
without the glorious smiles
watching them, silently
and I'll be there waiting
catching you
when you die

Why does it feels like I've heard it before?
like it's a repetition






.

Because the one being watched
was myself.





Sunday, April 4, 2010

I


I adore the ones who can fly
this is the truth I can't deny
sadistic thoughts inside my mind
the smell of freedom makes me high

I like the silence of midnight
it makes my mind goes so tight
the sinful embrace of moonlight
makes me wonder why do I need to sigh

I'm obsessed with those who are blind
as they can't see the back-stabbers behind
I shall be the one who draw the line
'cause a paranoid should know no kind

This is the moment you should just die

Monday, February 8, 2010

Envy


Have you seen the Great Leviathan Beast?
The sensual feeling of voluptuous tease
Stare as desires in the mirrors increase
Your lack of esteem peels your skin boundaries

Glare at the potentness of human nature
The sorrow arises from the green anger
The resonance of a thousand caterpillar
Crawling out from your filthly little ear

This green is growing inside you
The social democracy is falling due
As you swim across the sea of needle
You are inflicting pains that are lethal

Sew your eyes shut where your sinful pleasure arises




Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Dust


Listen, to the hesitation of the dawn
Listen, to the desperation of the gone

You
are nothing but an unnoticeable dust
are nothing but an uncontrollable lust

Your silence is pure perfection
Your existence is gore pollution

Now
cry with your ears closed
die with your overdosed

Because gurD is your religious heaven


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Sunday, August 23, 2009

白 · 树 #4

4#
7月 10日


我到底是谁?

“德杰, 德杰!”

当我还在想着我是谁时,一位中年男子突然出现在我面前。

“德杰, 你应该很好奇, 害怕和不知所措吧?” 中年男子以犹如同情的语音说着。

“。。对。。。 我。。。 ” 我简直说不出什么话来。

“不要怕, 我问过医生了,你只是因为头部受伤, 而暂时失去了记忆。”

“失。。失去记忆?。。。 头部受伤?。。” 我不敢相信。

他继续说道:“对啊, 是一场车祸, 你已经昏迷好几天了呢。”

“哦。。 对了。。你。。 你是谁?” 我问。

“你不认识我?” 他好像很惊讶。

他继续:“唉。。 这也难怪的, 毕竟你失去了记忆。”

“不。。 不好意思。。” 我说。

“没关系啦” 接着他继续: “我是丰远, 你最要好的朋友。”

“哦。。 你好。。 丰远。。” 因为对他完全没印象, 我只能这样说。

“好啦, 不打扰你了, 我也刚好有些事, 好好休息吧德杰!”

说完,那个名叫丰远的家伙就走出了房间, 不对, 是病房。

原来, 我的名字是德杰。

坐在对面的探访者, 还是以奇怪的眼神看着我。。。。


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Thursday, August 13, 2009

白 · 树 #3

3#
7月 10日


“。。。”

“我。。 在哪里啊。。?”
迷迷糊糊的我,张开了眼睛,望着灰色的天花板。
充满好奇的我, 爬起了身子, 坐在床上,看着周围。。

我发现旁边躺着一位老伯,呼吸微薄; 对面,则躺着一位年轻人, 
而坐在他床旁的探访者,以奇怪的眼神看着我。
原来,房里都躺着病人。
我懂了, 这里是医院。

可是,为什么呢? 为什么我会在医院? 
我。。 我。。。
。。。。
。。 

我是谁?