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...
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