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(Source: insaneandproudofit)
Via: Aribelle Sallice
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Cos if you don’t, Cthulu will come out from behind the Mountains of Madness and eat you
Via: fánach
They start small
Thin tendrils reaching out
Pin pricking thorns
Starting to sink in
Releasing their venom
Like the fangs of snakes
As they grow larger
Tendrils to vines
Theyre everywhere
Taking over
Via: Aribelle Sallice
Sister, I’m not much a poet, but a criminal
And you never had a chance
Love it, or leave it, you can’t understand
A pretty face, but you do so carry on,
and on,
and on
I wouldn’t front the scene if you paid me
I’m just the way that the doctor made me, on,
and on,
and on,
and on
Love is the red the rose on your coffin door
What’s life like, bleeding on the floor,
the floor,
the floor
You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
Preach all you want but who’s gonna save me?
I keep a gun on the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load
Black is the kiss, the touch of the serpent son
It ain’t the mark or the scar that makes you one,
and one,
and one,
and one
You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
You’ll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
You wanna follow something
Give me a better cause to lead
Just give me what I need
Give me a reason to believe
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts
And make me ill
You’re running after something
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want
Then fire at will
[Chorus]
So give me all your poison (Fire at will)
And give me all your pills
And give me all your hopeless hearts (Fire at will)
And make me ill
You’re running after something (Fire at will)
That you’ll never kill
If this is what you want (Fire at will)
Then fire at will
It has been often said
Ignorance is bliss indeed
Oh how I often wish
Ignorance was bliss in me
For though I will hastily admit
My life has been far from dark
It was when ignorance faded from me
That sadness swelled in my heart
I Hath Dreamed Black and Grim, Desolate Visions
Of the Pre-Human Serpent Folk and Communed with Long-dead Reptiles.
Silently Watching Through the Ages in Cold, Curious Apathy.
The Unending Sorrows and Suffering of an Abysmal Humankind.
I Dare Not Again Surrender to the Deep Sleep Which Ever Beckons Me.
Lest I in Dread.
Shudder at the Nameless Things.
That May at this Very Moment.
Be Crawling and Lurking.
At the Slimy Edges of My Conciousness.
Slithering Forth from the Bowels of Their Infernal Pits.
Worshipping Their Ancient Stone Idols and Carving Their Own Detestable Likenesses On Subterranean Obelisks of Blood-soaked Granite.
I Await the Day When the Claws of Doom Shall Rise.
To Drag Down in Their Reeking Talons the Weary and Hopeless Remnants of a Jaded, Decayed, War-despairing Mankind.
Of a Day When the Earth Shall Open Wide and the Black, Bottomless, Yawning Abyss Engulfs the Arrogant Civilizations of Man.
Chthonic Retribution Shall Ascend.
Amidst Universal Pandemonium and Those Who Slither and Crawl Shall Rise Again Once More to Inherit the Earth.
This life of yours has been harsh
You have battled throughout the land
I pray strength is raised inside you,
For now as one soldier, you shall stand.
To face armies of darkness
Prepared to take you away
To hide you in your sorrow,
Never to see the breaking of day
“No escape” they will whisper
“This is what you deserve to endure
Now take it like a soldier
Our bondage on you we assure”
They will lead you down
They will show a new kind of hell
But dear heart may my words be with you
There is light beyond the veil
There exists a truth
And do not believe it to be
Nothing is watching over you
Nothing ever sees
For then what is the point
Of all the effort you ever gave
To all of your accomplishments
That will be buried in your grave
One hundred years past
Who will remember you then
Who would ever take notice
Of all the effort given
There must be something
Beyond the horizon of the furthest star
That is guiding the course of your life
To make you what you are
Try not to completely abandon
The care shown to you and flee
Dear soldier I love you
And from the darkness be set free
Pull back the veil of dark
That has hidden light from view
And take great comfort
In the sight in front of you
For I and many others
Will stand armed and ready
To carry you swiftly through
The darkness strong and steady
This world of ours can prove to be very unkind
Battle we must, throughout the land
But I pray hope is stayed inside you
For now as soldiers we will stand.
Schizo
icanstoptalkingtomyself
phrenia
The lines begin to blur
As who we are meets who we were
Deme
whydoibreakeverything
ntia
Everything goes back to how it was
And I can’t stop it now because
nothingworksinsidemymind
Via: I'm here for you.
Before the beginning of years
There came to the making of man
Time, with a gift of tears
Grief, with a glass that ran
Pleasure, with pain for leaven
Summer, with flowers that fell
Rememberance fallen from heaven
And madness risen from hell
Strength without hands to smite
Love that endures for a breath
Night the shadow of light
And life the shadow of death
And the high gods took in hand
Fire and the falling of tears
And a measure of sliding sand
From under the feet of the years
And froth and drift of the sea
And dust of the laboring earth
And bodies of things to be
In the houses of death and of birth
And wrought with weeping and laughter
And fashioned with loathing and love
With life before and after
And death beneath and above
The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.H.P. Lovecraft (via bananaslugbud)
Via: Irrelevancy
So very young was the poor boy
When his father would take him to sea
And instruct how to steal and to kill
All to fulfill their greed.
There, under the veil of mists
They both sailed off into the night
Prepared to steal as much as one could
Until the breaking of light.
They gathered more gold
Many weapons and a crew
And would toast with the rum at night
To all of those they slew.
But one can only share so little
When he possesses the world
So using his sharpest blade
The son’s betrayal unfurled.
His father now gone; the gold in his hands
The son swiftly made his way,
To continue what he had begun,
And to remember what his father would say.
“We steal to move on, and we kill to live
It’s what we must do to survive,
So do what you must to get through this world
Or else my son, you will surely die.”
As he stood on the deck, he pondered these words
And shifted through their truth,
To find that he had done well so far and now,
He knew what he must do.
Sailing far off to the horizon
He told the crew of some illusive place
Then successfully left them alone,
In a baffled and confused daze.
He made off on a small craft.
With nothing but chests of treasure
His heart now over flowing,
With a greed no one could measure.
But just as he rowed off
With confidence that the gold was finally his,
He saw a sight amongst the waves
That caused his heart to give.
For it was the figure of his cheated father,
Standing throughout the waves,
He stared deep into his old and tired eyes,
Which were now cold, dark, and grey.
Behold! Rebellious one of paradise,
Thou hast been eternally cast down,
Thou brought only artificial discipleship and lies
Thou will never see the crown.
Now come! And bring forth hate,
Spit onwards power and rebellion of thy being,
Into the world thy Master didst create,
Sodom is thy child and all is desecrating.
Hark now! The angels call,
The Messiah hast come to destroy thy place,
Thy antediluvian completed work of thy vile all,
Hast now, by thy own Creator, been erased.
Untainted Son of golden Glory!
Hang on your cross of victory,
Prince of the air perceives you now as defeated
Pronounce the words of triumph now “It is finished”.
Come forth! O beloved Son,
Rise up! Child of God thou hast won!
