The Bed of Lies - A story to be True

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If truth were ever to be told,

they always used to say old is gold.

Now i arrive upon the time,

I find that my own soul is sold.

Into the depths of darkness, 

I longed to be bound by it,

This spiral revealing a circular reality,

How could i question it's existence?

It's ironic how there's hope when there's light,

And how the dark is supposed to help you find it.

But innocent we are, when we believe, 

that you're going to finally unwind it.

Yes, you can see it, 

It's within your reach.

Come, o' dear child,

Spread your wings, and preach.

I know it's a long walk, 

but you've been given wings to fly,

come my dear, it's time to get high.

So, I've come to this point where i let go of  hope.

I've come to this point where i diminish life, it's potential scope.

There's pain and suffering in this city and by what it's bound.

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There's barely anyone who's breathing, not many can hear much sound.

There are smiling creatures, there are glimpses of nature.

But the modern lie is to satisfy your eyes,

because to touch would be getting into bed with the spies.

How could you do this,

how could you not see.

 How could you hold it in,

how could you be.

You're not real, neither am i, 

You can still touch me, but i can't even feel.

You can still kiss me, but i can't even see.

There's a sense of discomfort,

the way i like it to be.

There's a feeling in my stomach,

but i can't even count to three.

two. 

one.

These feelings are undone.

It's easy, to live the lie.

It's easy to close thy eye.

But there's another one watching,

I'd like to give it a thought.

Be with you,

see all your childish cravings through,

but then i've got mine,

and those aren't as fine.

Aren't as clean as yours,

I'm not so good at hiding my flaws.

I have desires, but they're not of those sorts.

They're not humanly, they're asking for a lot.

This sadism is well kept under,

For once it's out,

I'm an exposed blunder.

And then i yearn,

I feel the need to kill.

I feel the fire, that's burning within,

Don't mistake me,

It's not mine.

I can look into you,

I can see your heat through.

You've left me scattered, in a thousand pieces of glass.

I've been stepped on a million times after, 

there's blood filled in that flask.

It's the one thing i want you to drink,

It's the only thing that i'd do,

I won't even blink.

I want to caress your soul,

As i've already done with mine.

I want to rip you apart.

so as to make you mine.

It's gory, isn't it?

This story of love.

Well, I never said it's about me and you.

It's not always about letting her fly away,

The white dove.

Somewhere along the way, 

i'd let her fly.

Only to let my eagle hunt her down,

Chase the prey.

Watch her squeal into the battle in the haze.

Then splatter blood, 

the air is unjust.

The eagle has made it's kill.

The dove barely breathe's.

Now, now.

Would you call it a sin?

So i ask you now,

what would you make of me.

Do you still think you know me?

Do you still think we can be?

I'd let you in,

on this small little secret.

I'd let you open this one little door.

Bring me a knife, 

slice open your vein.

Drink to me,

And let me drink into you.

Then we can sin.

How about that,

weren't we always human.

How about that now,

that's a pretty picture,

zoom in.

You look beautiful,

That white dress of yours.

I can see your scars.

You're full of flaws.

I want to do things to you.

That you wouldn't let a man do.

But then again i'm almost human,

Only that i'm colored blue.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm getting aggressive.

It's only a matter of time.

The results are impressive.

You see, a human can only do so much.

Until he goes beyond.

Until he crosses the line, and such.

Who do you think makes these lines?

These shining lines of white light.

They're just a mix of pain and pleasure,

until they can rid you of your only treasure.

Sanity, 

It's the last border.

It's your personal request to your daemon,

Your last order.

Once you're done, 

You're in for good.

You can never take off your hood.

A Joker, A Magician.

An Assassin, A Thief.

A lair full of grief.

A bed full of lust.

A dungeon filled with fire.

A thirst for painful desire.

Come, o' dear child.

Share you sins.

The games are about to begin.

Let's Evolve.
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L'effetto (An - 'is it a true story?') by Scyther Project

An untimely sorrow befalls us, the time has come as foretold once,

I'm sitting in the gently drifting boat, upon the seas of my doing,

I'm carelessly caressed by a river of haunting tranquility,

there is so much silence.

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There is no chaos anymore,

 the world has disappeared on the distant shore,

there is so much silence.

This kind of calmness, i've never experienced before.

I never thought tranquility could bear such a face.

It's not ugly, but it's ever so haunting.

There's this gloomy purple, all behind it.

Yes, it's so beautiful you can hear the slightest twitch,

yet there is so much more to the witch.

She floats above the river, in eerie white shades,

casting down lullabies and scattered haze.

Her eyes glisten with starvation, 

she hasn't been breathing in a while.

Who ever she touches, she robs them through the veins.

She gently draws out the air, from every single being,

once touched, she can't stop from feeling.

She want's the feeling to pierce her through,

Yet she doesn't care. She doesn't realize.

She doesn't want to know.

Yeah, she's a valkyrie.

She sucks out energy with her spell casting smile.

Her voice, as light as a bird, she smiles.

Her haunting, beautiful dying face.

There is so much silence.

It's absurd, this reality.

There is no story to live.

There is no tale to tell.

There is fate to be expected.

You've gone too far ahead to try and look back.

You've gone too far ahead to relate to what now is.

You've broken yourself, by breaking the realm.

There is just peace.

There is just silence.

There is magic, it is ever evolving.

You may never see it.

You may feel it. But haven't you already?

Haven't you felt it a million times in your stomach?

What the fuck are you.

What have you done to me.

Who am i talking to?

There is so much silence.

It's creepy, y'know.

Hearing so much when there is nothing there to listen.

It's one of the worst feelings in the world.

Just voices.

Voices rambling inside your head.

It's unfortunate.

Maybe it's not.

A blessing in disguise?

Who am i kidding.

Blessings are never disguised.

You just know it.

SO,

In a simple story, of life and beyond,

where metaphysics and vibrations emerge from the dark,

where there are fruits sprouting directly from a bark,

where tales are told in whispers and hushed sound,

where a smile is feared, a touch is out of bounds.

Yeah, it's the best joke mankind has heard.

Freedom.

You're free to do what you want.

Now, what are you going to do?

The clouds vanish, there is a whistling wind blowing.

The sky is mildly purple, a little pink here and there gloating.

Oh, you wandering stranger,

Come shelter in my nest,

I have warmth, i have a tender breast.

Rest upon my shoulder, rejoice as you must.

You're a weary traveler, and i'm full of lust.

I hold you by the hand, and gently feel your lips,

There's so much softness, your supple, radiating skin.

I'm intrigued by what i might do to you.

I want to take you there.

The curtains fall, there's wine floating all around me.

Red, as blood and as mischievous as it's consumers.

It's a shady little story, there's controversy.

There's nature and it's manipulation.

Like the weather these days, y'know.

There is so much silence.

I feel like it's killing me.

Or maybe i'm killing it.

She gasps, her arms fall on the soft linen,

she's smiling.

She's glowing.

It's fading.

Everything is flashing, 

with minute glimpses of her eyes twinkling,

her lips pressing themselves, 

her muscles contracting,

she want's to know more.

I sit there, floating in this boat.

There's nothing around me.

It's all blue, it's all different shades of blue.

I feel like i can't breathe.

The smoke is overflowing, 

it's filling the room with grey tones of death.

My blues are fighting to survive.

They're forming a sort of waterfall.

I can see a shadow.

There's no light.

I can see a shadow.

There's no light here.

I can see.

I can see.

...

..

.

There is so much silence here.

I can see.

There's a look on your face, 

that can't understand what you just understood.

And you know what,  

i don't care.

Aragorn

So begins to unravel, a story of solitary travel,

The point where the object lay stationary, yet unraveled.

the end of an era is the beginning of another,

with words come the power to smother.

Money is the root of all problems caused,

the way we use it the fruit of what lies in our thoughts.

I start with a simple lie, and i see the other children cry.

I ask myself why must i listen to their pain,

It reveals itself now, 

listening is the only comprehensible frame.

For what our eyes see these days.

To understand is not a must, 

or to judge if what happens to them is unjust,

I just sit there and glance,

what seems to you like trance.

So everyday they woke up, 

they went to bed silently.

So every night, their heart shook,

 their heads throbbed violently.

I've tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe, 

And i was not offended, 

for i knew i had to rise above it all.

Or drown, in my own shit.

I know what you must be thinking,

 of course you're just human.

What's the point of a story with no beginning

 and no seeming end,

Don't you see little human,

 you're just perceiving a followed trend?

Why must it make sense,

 what story do i have to tell?

When write i must, 

it's your story or dust?

If it's silver or lead,

 then i'd gladly join the dead,

Because if silver is all you know, 

then you'll never know.

The value of Gold,

 the value of letting it all unfold.

Look around you, 

the sun is bright.

Everyday we work, to gather one or the other, insight.

I mourn to learn, the secrets of the past.

The other day i learnt, 

the spells that i'm now going to cast.

You know it can't exist, 

that's why you call it magic.

And then you someone you know just disappeared, 

and you call it tragic?

What's this industry,

 these people who seem to know.

What's this stage they command us on,

 can they ever understand your flow?

It's sad to learn that there's a long way to go, 

before any one of the soldiers will fall.

For the army is already marching,

 if that's what you call.

The troops are fighting,

 the battle has already begun.

There's someone, somewhere watching,

 you can't even try and run.

I'm going to seize you by the neck,

 and pick you up into the skies,

Said Zeus.

I'm going to tear your tiny legs apart,

 and feed you to the clouds,

They're formed by tears of the people you hurt,

They've been waiting to rain out loud.

I've seen you act, all this way through, 

and now you stand before me.

I can't let you in, unless i see you in three.

If you must ask, 

I need you in three pieces,

 A head, a body and feet if you must.

And then i will cast my shiny little spell,

Oh and be careful, try not to yell.

You will lose everything you ever thought of was pain,

And then i'll touch you, 

and you'll feel like you've been hit by a train.

Why, oh why, would you do this to me?

Am i not beautiful,

 Am i not in three?

I have a soul, a body and mind,

I've the age of small little wild child.

I'm naughty yes, 

the dark spider bit me once,

But i danced and danced,

 till the bread turned to crumbs.

Don't you ever touch me, 

All i feel for you is hatred,

Don't you ever love me, 

You know it's overrated.

And then, He cried.

I know you've been loved,

I know that you've loved before.

But now where i'm going to take you,

Is to temptational shores.

It's made with such grace, 

That the best of men stutter,

It's made of an unforgivable trace,

It makes the best of women start to mutter.

Every other day i'm counting myself as dutiful.

As you sit there, and sip, 

and laugh in disguise,

I'm sitting here and 

counting the million'th time you try.

You can do it all you want, 

but you'll never truly understand,

What am i trying to tell,

 what have i planned?

Oh, and then you'll see, 

What your so called folks say,

It's not your say.

When you know, 

We've been hurt, been down before.

It's too strong a battle to let go,

Right in my basement of dreams, 

those severed heads go.

Oh i forgot, i had to let you know.

They're coming to get you, and you have nowhere to go.

Rest in peace, friend.

See you on the other side.