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Corrupted Crimson

Contributed by TheUltimateSin on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 02:27:53 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



There's a deafening sight and it's set on me
There's an evil in range and it's answering my plea
In a world known only by me and driven by my hate
Is it the reality that overrides me and contradicts fate ?

Through the deserts of my heart I seem to travel
In search of the unknown, secrets unwilling to unravel
It's an hourglass and the sands are still falling
Within my mind everything's fine..but my heart is still stalling..

I took a walk through the tombs of my brain
I made it out and I'm still sane
But I left behind something I won't soon forget
An aching pain throbbing with regret

The basis I build my life around
The forces throwing my soul to the edge of time
I just don't recall anymore if it even has meaning
The blood's still flowing
The pain's still showing
And there's a good whispering in my ear
But the evil is threatening and it's fate I fear..

It's that touch only you can give
No matter how much in need I may be
In spite of the darkness beckoning me
Without your words, I can't get by

Crimson is still that colour
There's something to it, something twisted
It's probably a symptom of insanity.. how many times I've insisted
Countless days, they fly by without significance
And the days become weeks, and time lapses
I'm lost again and without your words, my mind collapses..

The vivid feelings transmogrify the paranoia
But they leave behind their blood-red scar
And a hole burns itself into me
And my entire body seems to burn
What secrets have I yet to learn ?

What's the mark etching into my very essence
The shade of colour so serene with iridescence
But it's such a basic feeling and I still can't conceive..
Why's Hell so dark to me only
When the demons take their leave?

I looked back to the past, as if it would give me an answer
And it's the fools alone that bleed for the dancer
Lust drives me and it puts me in its unforgiving trance
What do you do when even the angels
...Refuse to dance..?

There's a corruption formulating within the depths
There's a deciever and it's to me he lies
A plan so cold, still won't ease the burning
It's the eyes of Heaven glaring
But they can't get through the sounds
Of my music blaring

And so once more it's a game of hide-and-seek
And it's me who roleplays the one in hiding
With her eyes on me.. once more guiding
But the two wars raging in my mind are still colliding

When all in your mind is so unjustly opposed
And all you have is a colour to look for
When all you have is clashing
You know it's that double-edge that's slashing..

And the wounds the blade inflicts upon my flesh
They won't heal any time soon
The pain won't ever subside
It's always another motion
Fluctuating with the moon's power
Over the tide

I remember the nights that would never end
The moonlight shining so brightly off her long brown hair
The reflection of those emerald eyes in the water
Those times, they were better
And that's just why I'll never forget her

Now all I see is that faded red in the lake
I have the materials but I'm unable to make
The powers are within my possession
But I don't have it in me, I'm a victim of Hell's transgression..

Her image burns in my mind brighter than my pain
Brighter and more vivid than demons of the past now slain
Even those living on...
And those eyes, that unique shade of green
Burned up by the future, now it's that blazing hellfire

Now when reality bows down to fantasy
There's gotta be a skip in some beat
A variation to some pattern
A rupture in some rift...
'Cause it's the power in my head starting to shift..

So maybe I'll never know the secrets held back
Maybe I'll never decode the ancient wrongs never told
But I still have my memories and they'll keep me in line
Cherishing those lost moments...when she was mine..

Now there's a wound inflicted by a rusted blade
And it's slowly tearing at me
There's a line of corrupted blood running to my heart
There's a drop of hope in the chaos
But there's a hate and it's incubating so deep
My mind is so tired, yet I live on without sleep

The fire is a greedy spirit
And the role of the fire is played by those I hate
I only wish there was something I could do
But no force can save me now
All angels drop to the devils and bow
When there's no more to base your life upon
What is it we can do?
I'm already dead and there's a time bomb inside me
I've been dead for so long but I can't die yet
I've yet to match the corresponding sound on the fret..

The crimson colour just keeps burning
Even when I look away-
In a reflection the nightmares all still stay
The mirror gives the image of reality
But my eyes don't reflect their perspective
It's the damned fate that blinds my brain
The corrupted blood that drives me insane






Copyright © TheUltimateSin ... [ 2005-03-19 14:27:53]
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Re: Corrupted Crimson (User Rating: 1 )
by betty on Saturday, 19th March 2005 @ 02:30:31 PM AEST
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very good. I enjoyed it. -betty




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