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.