DoG

These bloody days have broken my heart, Stolen my dreams and my breath... This mind, once young and so pure, Now knows but to hate; Such blind desires For an ambitious soul, Who hastes to

And on the rage of their own steps, The moonlight shall but walk, Beheaded by our thoughts And dead of tender silence.

Thy lips of bloody vermin cum my words, As black secluded waves of utter silence Trapped in this peaceful violence We indulge, as savage beasts yet starve, Deprived of savage flesh; Struck by

Remember the times, That only time may yet assure Their loss And months, About to pass and grow Upon their bones; Gore spits, From curses of that day I met your lines And stopped in

They cannot wait a second more to fear the terror, A second more to count the doubt, With shiver crust the iron metal forged Right from the liquid ground; With graves to break and sink those

1. I’d taste thy lips... Be they poisoned to enchain my every breath, I’d taste thy lips... 2. And on thy lies I’d grow a gait So eyes would fill with better hope, For where eyes see and

"Thus it remains", Says he... a mere knight: To kiss the lips that hold, ~But greater times to die~ Unfold the reason of thy lies, Or be I blind by such a truth? It stings like

We are but slaves to the blood that feeds us, So fragile, yet so proud... Pour bastards, not for a moment think That beating hearts and breath are at our will; We're visitors in our body And

White sand as acid turns the hourglass.. to dust. A raven stands, obliged to walk on burning time, for it cannot unfold its wings that shelter but a heart.. and so it crawls on its gait towards

On the moonlight steps, A desert flower rose; The sitting beauty, Such youth and life: To root the shallow, Burning heart, That feeds the balance, Of any... common man And yet betraying

Falling like snow... so cold, The time falls upwards on ideas ~Of white doors~ And heavy stones press hard On battered nerves ~To break my will~ The hourglass turns still, With backward

The loneliest moon: A moon to feed thy eyes, Dwells thus in raven stares; Hanging about, outside... a tree, Never to last, but so to speak, succomb, White heavy snow on eyebrows of a raven That

Pondered had this soul at my chamber door, He sat weak and weary,quainted in this lore, While I nodded,gaping air so old... And then he rapped his fists in peacefull cold, Still waiting at my

A lonely boat on lonely shores, Just wood and salt and screaming waves; Those are the days the wind still mourns: For our fate... And crude arms \'round my neck still hang Just shallow steps

Oh, purple rose: unblossom to my will And I… forever more shalt feel the red inside Fall into me, my withered rose… and die Succumbed to love when love is blind I too have closed my eyes so many

As waves of salt I melt and dig in stone Cause thou in flesh I cut thy ropes of sorrow: I pace and prone towards the Sailor’s harbor, For one last time, all sails up and gone! And wounds as

Dark raven tears roar inside of me, The lead body of a child… Cursed upon a good night kiss, Her frozen corpse trembles before me… Black swans undressed of beauty’s rage, Upon thy bed of wine,

I stand and watch those lonely trees, The lonely moon, this shallow sea... I stare at them and they at me And broken nails wrote through flesh: Those autumn leaves… The rusty touch of

The darkest winter turns thy lips so cold: Unfold thy roses my bride And open I chambers of frost in my soul, With shivering teeth... to kiss you one last time Night after night, without a

Tormented, depraved by thy corpse, Rotting inside me the pain, A funeral march in thy name, O! Dance I thy funeral march In bloody echoes of storm, Gore, gore, gore on my lips, In ashes

Painting flowers as it blooms such tragedy Before the laugh of bitter winter leafs, Crawl down the grief of hungered agony, Starving, it feeds... the blood, the wings, The winded flesh, the

Such weary roses press against my wounds With blossomed wings and eerie smell of blood, Look at him rot, the lamb of God, As sad as in her agony,the bride defies the groom, Far walk the

So fell the autumn leaves… and autumn rain, With silent lips, I stare at you… there’s nothing there And cosmic tears… an empty street, deserted all, With lonely trees and shallow souls, Gazing