Enslavement Of Beauty Traces O' Red 1. In Thro' The Cave Of Impressions 2. Traces O' Red - The Fall And Rise Of Vitality "No kind of sensation is keener and more active than that of pain Its impressions are unmistakable" Prithee... charm me fro' mine mortal guise I fear, by my throat, the evenfall o' youth May I succumb to thee and claim thy most vital kiss... So what are you waiting for... "What lack of movement! What ice! Nothing stirs me, nothing excites me... I ask you, is this pleasure? What difference on the other side! What tickling on my senses! What excitement in my organs" Fro' Aurora's bed, of gods eyesight lost, a sick man shed his tears Did I live dead or did I live at all when I knew nought but mortal fears The fume of my sighs draped the soil Intertwined with the fresh morning dew I bedevilled my name and succumbed to thy seductive flesh In hope to remember the view I taunt thee... daughter o' seraphs Oh, I bevail thy loss of innocense... I will write, by my troth, a sonnet to thee my beloved Haunting... I wander through the crowded streets o' London Dressed to kill and live and let live and leave traces o' red I think I'm kinda falling in love with you Oh, fair virgin... spread thy angel wings and crown me for being a madman Innocence and fear, mirrored in the savage eyes of lechery Sweet sixteen, sweet innocent colleen I crave the sweet, sweet taste of thy naked vulva Sucking, sucking... and so on and so forth 'til I besmear thy innocence Mesmerized by thy poisonous wine Ah, I fall in love... 3. Be Thou My Lethe And Bleeding Quietus I drift into luciferous darkness And kiss the blithesome aeons of quietude A wounded cupid passes saddened by, dead in the winds eye O, blood, blood, blood... ...I bath in the sea of vengeance And conquer cupidity by making the leviathan bleed I am the wraith in the woebegone guise... lost in the reverie I mock mortality and as I open my eyes, Ah... I behold thee The aeons of prophane immortality annihilates the mournful impact I kiss the woebegone flesh goodbye in life's final act Oh, exquisite star in the passionate darkness I love thee... fair temptress 4. Dreams Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness, - have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought - what more could I have seen? 'Twas once - and only once - and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass - some power Or spell had bound me - 'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit - or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly - or the stars - however it was That dream was as that night-wind - let it pass. But should it be - that dream eternally Continuing - as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood - should it thus be given, 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. I have been happy, tho' in a dream. I have been happy - and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love - and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known. 5. Something Unique The desert vista gleams with hysteria, impossible to foreordain Glamorized, these common waters, exposing her virginity in most frustrating vain The ship of discipline sink without trace, disappears with the change in the air Suddenly cold in its hurried nakedness, so many faces but none of them this fucking fair This monochrome desert collapse, tangled in a vortex of movement ...Still I weep Out of sight, dreaming her presence, I listen to the wind Spasm of brilliance, plunge into the outside, forced to tears by the sight The twinge of desire, possessed by its darkness Yesterday beguiled by the slop of my exhausted tide ...Is this something unique Oh, when I sit alone at night and wonder far and wide I succumb to the sound of her heart... 6. The Poem Of Dark Subconscious Desire All dressed with horror but still so fucking beloved The queen of darkness, the empress of thoughts All swept in tears I awoke and beheld She was indeed a sight for sore eyes The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart Then I subconsciously left this world Another journey through a point of bliss A darker landscape filled with horror Horror dissimilar to the one I used to know The raven painted my heart with a daemons blood I fell asleep in a cradle of immortal art She embraced me gently as we drowned in flames And chose to burn beside me We were the darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition's hearts ...We were the darkness forever Though I saw an angel flee from the high tower of God Curiously I beheld the darkness ripping the heavens apart We were the darkness forever The darkness forever The dagger in the holy inquisition's fucking hearts... Fuck you!!! Then for the final night of this dream A witch came forth from the dark She swallowed my lust, my desire And fed my soul with unspoken pleasure And as I awoke, seared and forgotten Conscious and forlorn I paused for a second and thought: What the fuck... I'll leave this world for good 7. Eerily Seductive Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being eerie Eerily seductive... led astray by lesbian allegretto In impressive overture Adultery in fucking fugue The space is pitchblack, bewitched by its blankness I still wish... lost for words There is movement in the desert, my poison passes on... "What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention Think only of you, care only for you... Every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates" Eerily... I explore the lacuna in her impurified virginity Trample these dreams, I still wish for her flesh to be deserted Gracefully, jetblack and green eyed I suffer the havoc in praise of profanity Speak of the devil, even devils get seducted Fait accompli... Crown me for being sick, sick, sick! "It has moreover, been proved that horror Nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates Beauty is a simple thing, ugliness is the exceptional thing And firey imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to be simple thing" 8. My Irreverent Pilgrimage Thou greet my soul with a gesture of oblivion And bid me to immortalize Fare thee well, ghastly theatre of mortal flesh I relinquish all believes Saddened I pinpoint the world's tragedy: The itinerant existence eroded by gravity I sought but did not find Now I leave the earth in favour of the mind Dazed and confused, I extinguish the fire Evoked by tragic memories Ah, I sail into infinity with thee Finally able to kiss the stars... Rapt in galactic beauty, I contemplate and collapse Reflecting the blasphemous symphonies 9. And Still I Wither My mind is wrapped in winds of enslavement "I'm sorry I blasphemed thy beloved kingdom" With a kiss of grace thou besmear my soul Nothingness can now be seen mirrored in my feeble eyes This is the coldest hell... So now I experience a void I know so well A song of emptiness are fed again Thorns arise with the breeze of cold insanity I am alive but yet so dead So fucking dead... Written in blood over a wasteland of bones Reflected upon a frozen horizon Sinister and terminal this hope of desolation With a whiff of desecration and hate So let my burned out mind fall dead to the ground And rape my soul with a demoniacal smile Stab these thorns deeper into my heart And free me from these depressive thoughts Cleanse me... Ah... This is the coldest hell... 10. I Dedicate My Beauty To The Stars The paths of the heart... Inscrutable, ay Consciously I trespass To enervate the energy of day I dedicate my beauty to the stars I soliloquize and kiss my precious scars I dedicate my suicide to thee Soon to drift blissfully... Contorted - and stabbed with spleen Reminded of a solitary childhood in between Memories - bleeding images of horror unveiled Alack! The eerie masquerade To bear a charmed life Deified and depraved Anon, anon... Soon to drift blissfully in xtc Disguised in liquor D and D, dedicated to the...