The finer things in life, Have led me to this moment, Where I've permitted myself to become, A victim, And indulge in that which is but a veil, Over lacklustre pages in life, For something, far beyond me and intangible, Has set a bar unreachable, And in this pursuit, Have I tried to fly to… Continue reading Scarlet Haze
I've looked out of this window, And that, Whereupon I remember the most, Those same nights, Sensory; a blissful bouquet of all things golden, Those same heights, Perfection calling; a moment paused, forever, And yet they're no longer the same, For when I turn away, Unbearably, I am alone.
Life is an adept, At taking, And if it hasn't yet, It will surely remind you, Which is why I capture, through ink, That which matters most, Plunged into flesh; my very being, A forever manifestation, Of everything life has given, And now, forbidden - by me, To take back, Till I am no longer… Continue reading Permanency
It's fair to say I had waited this album with barely contained excitement; Cradle have previously been riding a wave of great new music, and I had no doubt their 13th installment would impress me. What I perhaps didn't expect, was how. A middle-finger to all the negativity of recent years, Existence is Futile does… Continue reading Album Review: Cradle of Filth- Existence is Futile
Up over houses, And between soft green leaves, Is a gentle blue haze, That gives new meaning, To a glorious breath, seized deeply, And from a silent window, For although the clouds have gone, And the sun has glanced back, I find - thankfully - There's still rain.