Aschatria - Poetry

Merry Xmas, let's unwrap the presents

Come to the light and burn in flame,
even the good wishes can be bad,
but is it bad , is it really,
if they make you, make you admit
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
bad things you have done.
Come to the light and burn in flame.
Whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...

Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
aw the mice are breaking under suspense,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
So, lets find one, toss a dice,
find one, or more, who cares,
the more the merrier, after all,
what are the holidays for.

Merry Christmas, let's unwrap the presents,
who will be is no more a future tense,
the slant of time just fell apart.
Come to the light and burn in flame,
all your crime, bloodshed, all the bad,
whose that mad, who gets the Krampus this year...

Pendulum, I feel it coming back at me,
my eyes go sideways and darkness absorbs me,
I stare into something, don't know what.

I stop, my mind disperses into the chaos,
every time when I plug in,
I try to reload but I sink somewhere down,
at the bottom of a lake,
where I took the heart of the only one of my kind.

The last one, it was a magical,
it was a magical being. Half fairy, half me.

In that lake, I find all my wicked jokes,
I called it a magic, a masterpiece, a wonder,
spells hard like marble, all crowns to bow to me,
but that lake is my dragon, I can't face my own demon.

An insanity which I caused, all on me,
a house of lords to pay my damnation,
I replaced hopeless infatuation with delirium,
but that's given isn't it,
same level of cruelty, the same level of violence.
The army who fell, the lands to burn,
all on me to decide - who is guilty, and who is fine,
who is a poet, and who is mad?

I substituted a fairy with a beauty because I couldn't
show it, I am just a human,
toss it all to the burning stake,
to an evil mob, told stories, told lies,
an evil imp, a witch, a monster.
I took everything, not as a master,
but like a thief, like a coward.
A story passed without a penance, no judge,
and nothing to fold,
that took 3 centuries to be told.

And deeper, and darker,
colder and further, I fall... I fall...
into my lies, into my own demise,
the guilt crushing me down,
I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.

My eyes bleed, turn to black,
calm and cold the eternal void,
I sink in that madness, the turmoil
and it stops, can't fight, because it is me,
in me, my beating heart, inside of you,
every next beat tames the demon I placed there,
I placed the worst parts of myself.

All the clashes of the lightning and thunders,
all that storm inside of your head,
can't hold me a torch,
a chaos hand in hand with its creator.
And I know, is that I took from you,
all that I reign so profoundly without the consequence.
I understand, what kind of a rage has been placed,
because the magic, your magic has been stolen.
That is that horrid terror stripped of any power,
everything that was done, and said,
all that pain, oh, how sorry I am.

I'm being a death to a tree of life,
Lord, just let me die.
Some things never change,
they can't, why I can't forget.
I wonder, in here, if this is my afterlife.
I never thought I'll take it back,
I'll repent, I'll regret, I'll mourn so much.
And I know, the hate will be hate,
and love will be love.

... oh, how sorry I am...

in desperate need for the steam iron and spare parts,
a long list to reanimate my super-inflated ego.
Ain't it chilling - thrilling, absolutely fulfilling,
to feast on that yeast, malformed and racy, raw jealousy,
all these narcissistic beasts, psychopathic hedonists,
still-eye growling spite , look up, here comes the egoist.

I invented how it feels,
inverted all my deeds,
so curse the name behind the tyranny,
I am calling that prying eye of yours.
So, yes, please! One more time!
Gold plated obscurus,
does it even feel,
the bootleg in the mud, do you know what,
stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

Question is never when, but how,
because the When will come,
and it is so, so, so ... easy, easy, easy,
when you know where the bullets go.
Without the high pressure, I am not wanting it,
without limits breaking, you are not feeling it.
But none, not a single one
hits so precisely to your vanity, like the curiosity.
You don't need a thing on this side,
a victory is even being brave,
to look down the lane,
and you are bored, so - stop, fine -
enough, I invented how it's done.

Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw quite some;
What amazes me, what intrigues me,
that she never asked,
while being shoved down,
how he sleeps in full get-up,
who is that poltergeist
getting snapshots instead of her, so to answer
a question half-done, whose crown
fell the first, whose hand was out
before the time.

So, yeah, discord reloaded,
that space in your head, to answer one
more of you,
that space in between the bubbles,
the dimension, like
the snake crabbing in-between existence,
and all the things inside pressed in between
the cardboards of up and down,
devouring each other,
they need, they want, they have to have,
the agonizing desire to engorge upon one another...
What's the point to explain,
when Sun dawns the Moon,
and all is upside down.

Don't tell me it is the Universe
roaring at us, that sound, that is the end,
I invented how it feels, the nothingness,
so don't tell 'what a hell',
just entertain the fuck out of them.
Abort their stars, abdicate gods,
say which one,
because there it is, a
chaos snake on the horizon,
snarling heavily - 'down with the pharaoh,
down with the liar and thief,
he stole your credence off key'.

The synchronicity of the goodness,
of godliness, it all stops now, if you do.
This ascension into the nowhere,
do they even know where we go?
Enough of the ghoul pod deliberacy,
sweet talk bubble gum, aw petals are falling,
I'm just waiting when it's broken,
aw, I'm a flower too, aw, quite some;
so stop, fine, - the laws of nature are inept,
a howling cat waits for fish in a cue,
this is a clue, one riddle, one that has none.
So, yes, please! One more time!

2 miles deep in my grave
writing a song to a dead dog
I'm sitting next to a bare bone
it's 6 feet deep into my soul.

It's dark where I'm coming from,
should I ever get out you won't like it,
not like it at all.
Should I sit in here while the music rages top above?
Because, I bet you know, time is running to fill up the cave.
It's
2 miles deep into my grave
it's 2 of us 2 many,
it's a bunch of people being 2 alive,
it's 2 of us... being 2 mad...
2 things 2 be a perfect choice,
it's only 2 words you are waiting for,
silver or gold.
I bet you know that ring of a joy
2 seconds before, I bet you can feel,
if not you will,
2 inches before it's gone.

I will take this plate out with me
because this is not a social dinner,
this is a house on the lake and
a key is in my pocket,
it's a snake from your garden.