Here
is a collection of some compositions of written,
they are not very good, as ive only just started.
| Destruction - Composed in October 1999 |
| Fuck the World - Composed in October 1999 |
| ThoRn - Composed in November 1999 |
-Destruction-
Destruction
knaws on my bone brain
like a dog in heat.
Fear invades my skin like acne.
I'm only young but feel so strong,
blind to every moving cog.
The world dances in silences
Our bodies full of grace.
The air moves in a liquid stream
and we're caught inside like ice
Change envelopes the world like a frost
And the aged burn like fire Greed, Sex, Desire
We're all going to waste.....
This moment of freedom one second to breathe
is missed in a heartbeat
and floats away like speed.
-necrolyte
-Fuck the world-
I contend that the coat of misgiving
has fucked us entirely of what we constitute living
pressure of the less revealed as sublime
in the withering waters of afflicted time
So, in retribution of societies thoughts denounced
wholly mistrusted opinions as morality pronounced
bile infested intellect succeeds in inpurity
with thoughts of hysteria drained of infurity
the divinely devoted speaks words of sin
only spoken from them constitute as God's words within
God is fucking All. Each he touches, he consumes
humanity amiss, He, Thee screwed us to ruins
Of my analysis, this I have chosen
evil has corrupted, each heart subsists only as frozen
And to all, this inscription, it must be heard, unfurled
Fuck you all, and Fuck the world!
-necrolyte
-ThoRn-
Physical pain is nothing more than a warning
A signal to the brain
But no injury to the flesh
Could cause the hurt of emotional pain
No thorns, hooks, or claws
No hand clenched into a fist
Can tear your very heart out
And plunge it into the dark abyss
That spreads out around a lonely one
Engulfs him in unnatural cold
With no direction he drifts
With no light to guide him, no warmth for him to hold
He spends his numbered days
On sidewalks, and under clouds, so grey
Walking beneath leafless trees
With only a frail body holding death at bay
Windows stare aimlessly Across the street,
like empty eyes Doors, like mouths,
closed Holding back harsh words and endless lies
Lovers walk hand in hand Reminding him of long ago
He rubs an ancient scar on his thumb
No, he'll never pick another rose
-necrolyte