As I wait in my room, The open window courts me, With scents of the world beyond, But above all, one must haunt the most, For as the sun sets upon me, desperate and besotted, An effluvium of smoke, somehow blue, Precedes fading dreams, As still I remain, Unmoved.
I am hooked on a perfection, That exists solely in the realms of a mind, Whose experience of reality, Is but a curtain call on a forgotten time, Where love was known, Yet never mine to own.
Like new stars amidst the void, We met in a burst of light, From the primordial clouds, Who coloured our destiny by design, So that we may dance, With gravity addicted to the other, But if we are to follow our fate, I must simply be glad to have known you; For I saw… Continue reading Pairing
I guess, finally, it's time that I reviewed this shart of darkness. Undoubtedly there are many articles out there, all written long before I had even uttered the word cunt, yet here I am. Why? Because this is the album that introduced me to the most important music in my life. I can only vaguely… Continue reading Album Review: Cradle of Filth – Nymphetamine
Between day and night, Where life and death approach, Is a realm within the twilight, That suspends all but the perfect, Amidst a purple light, Which is both warm and cold, Knowing equal pain, and delight, For what can begin, Must also end.