An Angel and A Kill

Basking to a sunset

Walk the line and write with your own blood
Chained to the truth
Like a beast in the sky.

Assumptions force you
No you were right!
Subtelty glorified in all forms fine,
A definition you find in the thoughts you waste,
A game your mind plays and you fight!

A kill you make
Another one you see bites the dust.
Holyness worshipped!
A lie lived to the core,
One angel celebrated
A prayer said for the ache so sore.

Another happy thought flies by
Another touch you feel
Another magnification of a kill
Thoughts of a life and the God tread mile.

Angels fly high,
With wings futile,
High in heaven
Embraced by the wall of a hell such vile.

One angel celebrated
A prayer said for the ache so sore.

The Rule of Honor

People = Shit!!

First thing, whatever i have written below is not out of frustration( fu, im happy and satieted right now).
Its an experience i wanted to share with everyone i know, everyone i despise. The later one is what i want to glorify here!


Yes, some of you metalheads will say "hey its Slipknot, its plagiarism". Well, except for the title not a single bit of it is inspired from it and i dont enjoy em anyway.

Indeed, yes regardless of me liking Slipknot or not i yell "People = Shit". There are so many instances i have seen through these years where people around us have examplified how lame they can be. People or rather any human being is a self centred animal made by god to be used as mators in this planet. Pointless existence and un inspiring causes are what many people are living for. I dont give a shit if anyone of you are putting yourself in this frame, its my blog so "f-u". Their sheer existence is something you despise every second when you see the faint faded images of a decaying animal flash your memory.

There is a certain Rule of Honor of the mafia (not talkin bout bhais here), called Omerta(i dont care if you knew this before) which says

"Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of themself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I live, I will kill you. If I die, you are forgiven."
Such is the Rule of Honor.

The law here is their own mafia cult. But, the Mafia is one of the best thing to happen to this planet and their ways are what should be followed against this fellow shitty people im talking about. The common law forbids us to eliminate people, sad and a truth we have to live by. I hail the Mafia for being the maverick few.

You see imagery on the TV everyday about school shootouts, mall shoot outs. The ones who do that have tried their best to take the rule of honor ahead, although in an ugly way, but atleast they did. You listen about corruption, read about it, whats that? Its mortal. I dont care about politics in the remote way but one of my friends poked me onto adding this example. What i wrote is nothing to do with politics. Its mortal.

If this is an egoistic outburst i dont care.

Dead men tell no tales.

Care disintegrates, hate breeds but thats life isnt it?

~ Fatal Peace(sic) ~

Times you choose to live,
A clock you wish to stop,
A clock you wish to unwind,
And then you look back at the path you tread,
You fly with the flow,
A reason to lie and show!

You have it all,
And next you let it go,
Get it back,
And you throw it back to the flow!

You look through glass,
Meet a face in the mist you know,
You count the stars
You watch the clouds grow,
You feel the rain fall slow,
And you end up wet and you think you miss the snow.

You still count your stars,
Its easy to count the ones you know.

A smile in the crowd you know,
The light in your confusion brings a smile to you,
Nocturnal dreams you grow,
Pull me down into and take me with the flow!

You still count your stars,
Its easy to count the ones you know.

Smiling your way to glory
Is just another walk,
Cos still you know you end up wet
And you miss the snow!

~ Of a Tomb and a Phantom ~

As the forest weeps for a thousand swans

As the smoke fills the sky
Far atop a hill so cold
he strives to breathe with a hatred low
And the phantom rides a miasma
Off the shores.

Bleak clouds of destruction feeding the hunger within
Faded away by the memories of a lie
A cranial lie!
A shining in the midst of a hope demised.

As the fire burns in a rain so old
The spirit dies seventh time in a row.

You ride the waves to the dark clouds above
With Insipid dreams and sullen glow
The space you craved in a moment hollow
A kill you made for a better morrow.

And a prayer for the silence hides in a tomb
You write on the stone and die alone
With a hope to live the prayer within
And to kill the phantom soul.

~ A Morbid Rebirth ~

You climb,
The mountain cold.
You see the stars closing in,
The moon shining in.
The mountain, haunted
by ghosts who feed the hunger
Of gods underneath.

You hear the icicles falling
Under the cave beneath,
Frozen, Frozen they fall,
Breaking glasses overhead
And the memories fade
Into the night.

You reach the peak,
And weep at your morbid self,
Stars dont fall anymore,
You drop a thousand miles
Deep into the fall,
Can you remember the demons then?

Hours fly into the sky
As the icicles fall!

You are reborn!

~ Wish! A Crime!! ~

Somewhere in the midst of a dream,

Out there at the wilderness,
You see a falling star,
Like johnny you make a wish,
A wish, a dream, a crime
And you still walk that path
On a path sorrow trodden.

Rivers flow like they do,
Through that wild,
Through that forest where you wept,
On a dream another day.
Insanity, she screams!!

And then you cry,
A cry too soft,
You die!
No you cant hear,
The voice within

And you make a wish in a Dream again.

A crime, so holy
God, why dont you cry!