AesirAvenger

Born of flesh. Born of blood. Born of the fire that dwells in the abyss. Born of pain and sorrow. Born of thunder and lighting. Born of wind and rain. Born of the sea and the earth under our feet. Born of the energy in the stars of the Cosmos. May this blood of mine,both accursed and blessed prove strong to withstand the chaos. May this battered body of mine anchor its roots of justice and reason to control the madness welling within. May this mind find the comfort of truth to shine through the fog of confusion. But above all,may this spirit know the way to guide itself through the storms and thundering clouds that creep on the hor

Saying goodbye to your memory one last time. Cleansing my mind from your image,casting it into oblivion at last. Let the winds take you away,let them siphon this pain away. Like rotten roots I trim every inch of you from my being. No trace will remain,not even a harsh debate or insulting word. To be rid of the will to believe in the petty sentiments. Claiming freedom to gain previously obstructed content. This one last time my soul will twist in distress,before every bridge is burnt with no point of return. Flee from the void created by your carelessness,let it once more be an abyss of only me and none else. For it is far better to r

I feel it. Desperately trying to keep it at bay,wanting to shut it away within the depths of my being. It's clawing,knocking,screaming at the door to be let out. Like a rabid beast,scratching the walls and shattering glass. It wants to be out,it wants to be free once more. To roam among the rest disguised as me. Awaiting that moment where I falter,when my will fades but by a small gap. I know it,this feeling. It has its claws tightly wound around my throat,squeezing every drop of reason out of my psyche. I've tried to subdue it with a smile,a chuckle,a fake set of thought that all will be alright. But it is gaining territory,ever so

If I admitted to myself that it pains me greatly not spending time with you,then I might as well say that I have lost the battle against myself to deny the soul within what it wants but is afraid to ask for. Not sure if this is what is right,don't even know if this is what should be done but trust me it hurts to know that the only sanity I feel in this world is when I'm with you. It might seem pathetic,even stupid that one single person can be such a strong influence though I must confess it feels a bit silly when my thoughts wander into the topic of you. Perhaps I'll go insane while you are absent,darling don't want to sound like a stalke

A lover's scorn I hate the way you smell I hate they way your voice sounds I hate how you speak to me So superior,so pompous..so full of shit I hate the way your face twists with cruel intentions I hate your strut I hate you...everything that is you Everything that you will become I know...how you are changing I know what will become of you..what will become of me once your transformation is full Don't try to talk as if I'm blind,I know what you think of me..how you look at me You despise me..but I hate you more than words can express Your snake like tongue,speaking nothing but poison Your wretched flesh,sinful and oh so desirab

The Contract I take what I can,I take what I seek. I gain effortlessly what I follow,I break willingly what I obtain. I bow to the instincts,I surrender to the urges. I lust for the putrid,I relish the maimed. I want the forsaken,I take the forbidden. I challenge the sane,I trample the logic. I function on primal waves,I hunt for a hunger of beasts. I kill the weak,I feast on the fearful. I summon despair,I evoke dread. I twist the innocent,I claim the pure. I poison the beautiful,I take the deformed. I toy with the brave,I encourage the demented. Nein,I see nightmares and horror in your eyes. Nein,I take flesh and blood as my p

Wrath Wrath is an emotion I rather avoid at all costs. Wrath is the downfall of my gift. Wrath is the death of my remaining humanity. Wrath is the poison of my mind. Wrath is the cloud in my eyes. Wrath is the will behind my fists. Wrath is the voice of my screams like a beast enraged. Wrath is the force beneath my feet. Wrath is the ache of my soul. Wrath,I rather not will it within. Wrath,I rather not listen to its words. Wrath,I rather not obey its commands. Wrath,I rather not speak when it seeps into my chords. Wrath,I rather not use it as my purpose. Wrath,I rather not see through its eyes. Wrath is the reason I simply si