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MirrorEyes tell me what you think of me
I see your disgust, your hate for me
For what I am, say and do
Don't you know what it's like?
To be made an outcast
Can you feel a pain inside of you?
To make you grab your chest and quiver
In loss and loneliness.
You cry out, but you can't be heard
Your voice silenced by suffocation
Your pain will never heal
I can move forward
New experiences embedded into my being
What you see before you, me
Is your hate, sickness, disease, loneliness and fear...
...Staring back at you.
P M.Evs © 2004
No PowerWhat do my dreams hold for me?
To discover my Meaning,
What thoughts exist for me?
To explore my ways of acting upon my Reason.
What desires await for me?
To summon my Reason.
What is my Reason?
That is so involved with my Life?
Why has it appeared so many times
In what I have written?
My soul holds many reasons why
I'm living this way.
What have I become?
An empty shell, no feelings,
What was my Reason for being here?
What is the Reason now?
Is it for me, or for someone else?
I ask the Reason,
It tells me,
"No words, Just Meaning
No sound, Just feeling,,
No death, Just life,
No rules, Just freedom,
No plague, No prison,
No God, No barrier,
No barrier, No fear,
No fear, No pain",
"No God? ...No Barrier?"
I understood the meaning of the reason.
The meaning was clear,
No God, No ...
No God, No stopping me.
P M.Evs © 2001
No Turning BackPain is only the beginning of what I've felt,
Hatred is the first step I took,
All feeling is lost,
It hurts more than you can ever know,
Soon enough you won't give a damn,
All that you loved won't mean anything to you,
Love will just become a word,
What happens to you now?
You go on hating, wanting the world to stop,
Wanting all life to feel the way you do,
Wanting them to suffer by your hand,
Wanting them to Die.
I know how you feel,
I know what you want,
But do I give a damn about you?
Still I want this; I want their lifeblood,
I cannot change back to what I once was,
I don't know how to, I don't want to,
There is no turning back for me,
I have come so far to make my dream come true,
As I grow, more and more I see my dream become reality,
Soon I will have what is mine,
A world without You.
One World One LandWho said souls cannot return?
Well I'm here.
So they must be able to return, to this World
Or maybe they never left.
This eternal land lies in One World
The name of this World is Earth.
The name of this Land is...
...The answer is not clear...
This World holds One reason
For me, One answer, I hear the words speaking around me.
"Death will come upon thee,
In burning eyes,
And upon feathered wings"
One reason lies in One world,
The answer lies in this Land,
The name of this World is Earth,
The name of this Land is Hell.
P M.Evs © 2001
Red is the colour for rage,
The pain leaking out,
What was once your protector?
Becomes your destroyer,
And to many others in your way.
Red is the colour for love,
Such a soother for the heart,
Pure strength lives within love,
A meaningless word to my ears,
A barrier full of emotion,
Will trap me from my destiny.
Red is the colour for blood,
A substance so dear to us,
But why they fear it so?,
A horror untamed by instinct,
Is it the look? Or the realisation
That we humans can be hurt and killed
So easily like animals.
Red is the colour for death,
Something we fear most,
We are weak to face it,
We cower, hide and sob,
A pathetic race we are,
No honor in our being,
Our hearts full of blackness.
Red is the colour of our hearts,
There is no soul for the likes of us,
We exist only to procreate, destroy,
We are filth, I hate you,
My hatred for human kind
Is too great, I'm ashamed to be one.
Red is the colour of my rage,
I'm a walking disease.
Red is the colour of my love,
My love to end
Separate PartsSeparate Parts
Separate parts is what we need
Eating off a human seed
Parts like hands, or feet, or even a heart
After we are separate, we won't be apart
Right or left, I don't care when we split things won't matter
All we need is spare parts
To get this wish we must be apart
Evil spells were put on us to be together forever
Place ourselves on the cutting board
After this deed we shall be free
Righteousness given by a prayer
Take the knife use with great care
Separate Parts is all that's there.
P M.Evs © 1998
Smoke AlarmSmoke Alarm
Demons dance a ring of blue
Their love of energy warms their blackened hearts
Dancing in their heated love
Ignites the air around them
Lighting their existence
Guiding others into their embrace
Their silent songs can be heard if you wish it
But once you join them, you can never leave
You'll dance forever in their arms
Singing their silent song
Never hearing that smoke alarm
P M.Evs © 2005
SnipersSnipers, You Gotta Love Em
6 in a clip,
You see nothing,
You try to listen,
I study you,
You hear nothing,
You see nothing,
You hear nothing,
You feel nothing,
I watch you,
I study you,
You turn away,
5 in a clip.
P M.Evs © 2002
Sorrow of ThreeSorrow of Three
Sit Back.. Relax
Let it take control of you,
Don't be scared
Let your mind unwind
Everything will become clear
Trust it, but trust no one
It is you,
An older you, a younger you
A different you.
There are times when we feel we aren't in the right time and space.
Look at your past and where you are now, what can you do with what you have achieved?
To find answers to what we seek in life, we dream.
All different we are, all different dreams we have.
I dream of Chaos,
Only to those who stand
In my way.
Day will turn into darkness,
Life into Death,
If you do not believe in me.
Where I stand, What I am
A demon to you?
A God I see.
Hear me now, for it will be your last,
No God, creature or form,
Shall stop me in my quest for silence.
Is your dream any different?
When you start to see what I have seen,
You will know the three things,
To help you choose you're future.
I have found my three sorrows..
Terror shall be my Strength.
Hatred is my Life.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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