Writings of HateSlow descentInto the bowels of hellThe light fading signaledBy the slow tolling bellFalling fartherInto the devil's embraceAsking what futureYou are doomed to faceA slow rolling sadnessOver your clouded mindSearching for answersYou will never findWhy did she leaveAnd force me to beA monster insideWhy can't she see?This shattered heartThe hurt bred the painAs she left meIn the slow falling rainI fall with the rainTo the endless pitOf this pitch blackened soulOn the floor I hitAwakened to knowingOf smoldering rageStill written uponMy inner mind's pageBlood slowly dripsFrom the blade in my handAs glazing eyes stareFrom below her headbandWith sanity goneAnd no end in sightI wander awayInto darkening night
The Twinkling Eyes of the SkyLooking down,Ever watchful.The eyes of heaven peer upon the world.Scan the town,Silently blissful,While the clouds dance in spires twirled.Endless black,Dotted with light,Cover the cosmos's violent enigma.Celestial attack,Burning flight,Cratering the world with a molten stigma.People die,A hellish pyre,The celestial gods have deemed them unworthy.Ending nigh,A smoking spire,The Earth energy fades and becomes filthy.A violent explosion,The end of days,The sentient realm is gone for eternity.A sudden implosion,The black hole phase,The cosmos will never have equilibrity.
Inner RageSwirling faces, laughing at me,Never noticing the pain they cause.Ever laughing, when will they see?This rage building will give them pause.Pushed and shoved down endless halls,The faces continue to shed their hate.Twisted figures on disfigured walls,Showing the despair the faces create.A room of mirrors shows fear and pain,Never hiding their terrified picture.The mirrors shatter in a bladed rain,The apocalypse, as told in scripture.The anger morphed to death and destruction,Leaving a desolate land in its wake.The pain creates a bloody eruption,Adding to the souls it shall take.In the end, the pain subsides,Consciousness returns to my eyes.In my heart the pain resides,Ready to smite unlawful lies.There is no remorse for those who died,The hatred overriding guilt and despair.Venting rage I cannot hide,Ever more victims my rage will snare.My empty shell is left to rot,The prophetic deed has been done.My hollow mind is bent and shot,My spirit rising to the blazi
The Shattered Skies of HeavenAngels take flight on broken wingsReady to face what the future bringsThe demons of hell march to the gatesPrepared to face their imminent fatesThe battle is joined, war cries ring outLight and dark forces scream and shoutThe sound of metal sings in the airBursts of flame singe flesh and hairMany are lost in the oncoming tideMany are wounded, more have diedSent to limbo, trapped are their soulsLost inside the AEther's foldsClaws and swords rend through boneScrabbling to claim the creator's throneThe battle rages for a whole decadeNeither side tiring from the endless raidOnly a handful continue to fightThe battle that started one infamous nightThe ground of Heaven is stained with bloodAnd the scorched flesh of the Devil's floodAs the last angel falls, the world goes muteSlain by the evilest, ugliest bruteA flash of light and the world vanishedTemporal reality utterly banishedThe world as it was no longer existsBlinked out of life like the morning's mist
The Dreamer's EyeLost in the darkA fading sparkForever searching for a reasonTime is goneThe lifeless songTelling of endless seasonYou awake on your backYour life's gone off trackCold sweat streaming in a flowing riverQuestion the paceOf life's rat raceYou ponder these thoughts and shiverIs life the dream?A simple light beam?Or is what you experience simply the dream of another?You must find it nowBefore death's final bowLife's diversions shadow the truth from the Earth MotherYou lay back downListen to the silent townCars pass by in a flash of lightYou close your eyesTrying to disguiseThat your life has been a constant blightSleep catches holdLet the dream unfoldA swirl of color envelops your mindMorning awaitsApproaching dream gatesDawn's light makes the dream unwindThe sheets are soakedThe answers cloakedOnly the questions still remainTonight a new chanceTo fall into the tranceAnd to convince yourself you're not insane.
Endless InsanityI fear my mind's collapsing,Forever lost in the endless tide.Never ebbing, never flowing,I've lost sanity's guide.Chaos is my only friend,Logic ceases to exist.Common sense no longer to tendThese broken thoughts I cannot resist.The lunar rays reflect in my eyes,No longer seeing what is truly there.Wonderful hallucinations, hued butterflies,Sentience obliterated without a care.The monster takes over with ferocious bloodlust,Stalking the countryside, unchecked and free.Interlopers run for cover, filling the air with dust,Tonight begins the murderous filigree.A snarling beast, no longer human,Sanity consumed by primal emotions.Pursuing my victims with unholy zen,I plot their demise with unsavory notions.The smell of fear hangs in the air,Driving this predator ever forward.This is the end, and justice is fair,It was their own hand that dealt this card.
Burning Anguish"It ends here, Tashariel."Standing among the ruins of a once prosperous town, Rictolm glared at a disfigured beast destroying the last building.In a gutteral, slurred speech, the demon uttered, "I think not. In fact, it has only just begun."Rictolm, a young Pandaren of ninety, was not the most skilled fighter of his tribe, but all the men were off in another land fighting the Ratunga, a war that has lasted over five thousand years. Unforunately, this monstrosity sent by the Great Lord of the Dark decided to take this opprotunity to attack the Pandaren village, also known as the Ninth Gate. The Pandarens were entrusted at the beginning of time by the ancient dragons to guard the entrance to the Sacred Lands of Mount Celest. At the top of Mount Celest lies a power unimaginable, power enough to eviscerate all life in the universe. Now, Rictolm is the only defense from certain doom."You cannot win, Tashariel. I cannot let you. The Dark Lord must never b