words and images

As those two turn in perfect ways to express feelings and also to explore our inner, i`ll dedicate this journal to those who want to express feelings...





Beams of fire sweep through my head
Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged
Sensory receptors succumb
I am no one now only agony



:thumb160697211: DistressI cannot breathe,
nor can I find
the strength
to stand
on my own
two feet.
I'm finding it
hard to say
my final goodbye,
let alone face
every day
without you.
Whatever dwells
within me is dead,
and it is masked
by a river of
endless tears.
-Brian Shuffett
April 28th, 2010


My crimson liquid so frantically spilled
- the ruby fluid of life unleashed


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Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes
Their red pens drawing at random, at will
A myriad pains begotten in their wake
- the bastard spawn of a mutinous self


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The regurgitation of my micro nemesis
- salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom


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Malfunction the means for its ascent
Bloodletting the stringent voice to beckon my soul
So futile any resisting tension
As death-induced mechanics propel its growth

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The implement, the device of my extinction
- the terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane
The definitive scourge of its mockery
- the end-art instruments lethality attained





Heed - it commands, heed my will
Bleed - it says, bleed you will


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Falling into the clarity of undoing
Scornful gods haggle for my soul
Minds eye flickers and vellicates as I let go
Taunting whispers accompany my deletion

:thumb66389493: PastI never asked for much. I can't, no, not anymore. I've taken as much as one could take from life...
It's part of my past, I can clearly remember it. I remember being a bit confused. I was in some sort of devastated room, yeah, just like that post-nuclear stuff. Nothing but dust and ash. I was lying on a...what was that? Some dirty old matress I think, yeah, I can still feel the pain of those motherfucking pieces of shrapnel pressing against my spine. I still don't know how the fuck had I got there. The most persisteny memory related to that incident is the gray light coming from outside. Actually, that woke me up. Heh, how I cursed it at that time, without knowing it would become the most inspiring light that I would ever remember. Oh, the glory...
Then I tried to get up as carefully as I could, not to hurt my back by accident. A single wrong move could've cost me my back, and, in case of infection, even my life. I felt nauseous, as if I were irradiated. I scanned the surroundings and


A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper
- chanting softly the song of depletion






song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=qc98u-…