Your eyes

The poetry-form of a death-metal song i wrote a while back:




Black sun, a beckoning dawn
breaking, aggrevated lines in the thunder
slistering minds, devoid of names
immemorial trails beckon a new fall.


a fire strikes 
ripped asunder, left to smolder
spectators awed by the mayhem
a usurper rise to the call;


I exsist to reign
feeding lies to a dying populace,
masked scorn, rejoice
a well known idol
painful laughter in the shades of joy
gullible, featureless and enslaved
bleeding wishes dispursed
muffled laughter through the final exhalation of sanity.


lethargic motives entwine,
they tremble to their knees
awestruck and in peril 
in a pandemonium of extinction

- as the scelestial moon falls.




drenched in disease,
revoked hatred in dying eyes
fading moans, pyre of souls
coiled and weakened 
desperate prayers
in a flood of screams




-And so I saw your face, for the last time
veiled in a miasma of lies
I saw your eyes, for the first time
matters endued, but where are you?


i saw your eyes, for the first time
alit and sinister
spewing a burning realm.