Ashes I this must be the proof. i'm losing it. older and lesser composition, mastered in late summer, 1005. written by wolfram winterfur. "I don't like his choice of word, but he's talking about something that truly is lost to the world and is actually very wonderful and beautiful but *has* been completely stripped of its wonder and beauty and demonized by people. He's not talking about 'satanism' in the stereotypical sense, but about a wild, intuitive, instinctive nature in and around all of us. If you've ever spent time deep in an old forest, you may know what I mean." this one and the quotes in "I don't want to live this life" and "Suicidal for your pleasure" (somewhat unmarked; basically sentences with no capital first letters) ripped from somewhere. dolphin poetry in "Suicidal..." originally stolen from Graves (i think). Redpile is a cover of something usually green originally by some-ice-place. this was never meant to be published in any form. don't mind the flashbacks. i'm sorry. "ashes" is... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Misty gallows of trees Ears topped by crest Huminine girl enemies Rope around them to wrest Of love secret, twisted And eroticus kills Whores with cunts fisted With every kinds of ills Mine black forestress Yet orange and kind Mine sweet murderess Kindly revealed Her behind I hate Her more than autumn Even on Her worst Retightened breath, vein, our tomb Archaicly intercoursed xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx December 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ [ a she between "these" (would be italic...) ] I Don't Want to Live This Life "Dying is an art, like everything else." The lack of dramaturge compels The gatling to shoot only empty shells "No matter what fancy empty meaning may they give to their life..." In no way the ash can be redeeming For such hatred-filled gatophile He shall suffer crying midst of the forlorn "They're all dying, since the moment they were born..." (Dark winter dragontouch Miss her eyes and fur and fucks) Fox layer on the groan to moan Grave danger cat may it lucify "We will always feel lost and alone. Life hates us, and we hate life." -- Like this was a she's gaze for the moon She left it be wondered could it be done, too "Instead got a red permanent marker and drew..." Sanguined thirst for death in its favourite hue For the unloved it kind of rains Foretoken for her splattered brains "Followed it all down the veins..." Where the last of the hope remains I kind of love her there Thoughts wide open and fists so bare Sitting between rope and knife She could whisper herself might "I don't want to live this life" She could torture herself all night With out sins she can't even fall Signing her work while standing tall "Fuck them, fuck them all" Burn. Burn, little cathedral "And various other 'positive affirmations'" Like in books of the mundane reformations A volcanos for the populous world To snatch some freedom from the herd Carving veins from the throats "...written on me under my clothes" She has gone out to perdite the pain As a cat with girl nitre in grain The method better than hugging, but obligatory "Far better than cutting, for me" -- Were she a lone wolf or a bi-polar bear It'd be a pleasure to know her Like Dan knew Eve To keep it brief I would gladly depart to_get_her November 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ WE FORCE YOUR DAUGHTER TO FIST FUCK HERSELF We were blood in catlike form We practiced rape in winter storms We gave death To the creation's crown of thorns Sworn by the sword that cut her free To love that "I hate your life" said she Little mort her adored and fucked her for me I learned to redirect Death's mail near my tree We bled well under animal sky We crossed our tails xxxxxxxxxxxxx We hugged Death... No... We forced her naked and raped her dry Torn from the horn of the spotted unicorn Venoming vial licking leopard skin She watched vile wolves for wildlife porn And indeed raped me just to see my grin IN ALL RESPECT WE ARE GOING TO RAPE EVERY HUMAN GIRL WE WANT And if they only were demons enough This earth would soon face our wrath Of the final kind I love the wind of the forestal storms I love blood which once was Yours I gave life For one of the most beautiful nature forms You had nothing to do with creation, my wicked tigress Of all the winding spirits' play, you're my most beloved weredress You left me ... seemingly insane or so they may think You loved to storm on their parade and steal their precious red ink I'm afraid only I can sense your rave that lets me fall from the brink It's our tempest I ever crave May the forest be her grave December 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ She was damn sexy when she bled to death Frost permits me to the fall Vertigo up here for crawl And there she stands with mournful eyes She has come to me through all the ice... I have made self injury Glazed porn to inspire me She fought her way to get me down Safely! But I decided to grant her some moan Not every kill leaves those behind This one does There's beauty only few might find With red-dyed grass Crisped weather wintertime (I have to die, I have to die...) She is now left all alone On melting snowy throne With wicked demons (ochre'kemons) She will have to fight Many eves pass With the joy of orc the murderwork Her clematis thrown to me Through my flecks admits and wrecks Her end also is coming to be She has killed her demons (And incested her angels) And desires no more life A little exception there If she would only dare To cut.... A black-veined tigress with eru-crescent fur Life-stained and tress and festinated succour She does dare even without pongee strife Now her blood is my life Eves pass December 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ Suicidal for Your Pleasure Drama mine Death for a dream can live anythought at all Like death by a fireball cast to the dungeon wall has anyone here ever had the barrel of a gun in his or her mouth? death by fellatio? it seems SO vulgar. Abducted by taurus vulva, granted with some hope Questioned where to use all the eight feet of rope then she looks up at the building... With someone who opened the veins of heaven she once mated That made her pledge death by a gun with she once masturbated hmmmm.... see the 13 year old with the wrists? mmmhmmm. It is her right, not escape or flight Death by the rope that once bound her tight Morphine girl Depress deep on the wintry moors for a long, icy relief It's not a death by freezing but a death by deep grief what that man did to me really earnestly drained me of my will to live. it is STILL draining me. only tonight... a little bit less. Death from the pain that so often made her moan Death in the river where she used go and drown Death by noctambulia.... Pretty dolphin. Sexy dolphin. Tasty dolphin. Sky Why oh why Can you not Fly Wolfie-Bully. Wolfie-Coward. Wolfie-girlie... Plonk Midwinter 1002 - 1003 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ Agonia [deleted] December 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ Tombs of the Great Stygian Abyss Instrumental December 1002 ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ Bloody Spiteful Chemical Whore [as well, so well] April 1004, kind of reconstruction [ ( ) ] ------------ -- - ---- --------- -- ---- ----- ---- -- -------------- ------ Redpile Glowing eyes, staring eyes Manifest of santa presence With elves swept in yule-tide joy A fall from Korvatunturi giant mansion Seeing the child's gaiety glow He who gives the children the presents He who wraps the packages with red thread He who rides with red-nosed reindeers He who lets me ski and slip away ...and so I will take shelter in the absence of the light Hiding like a bearded guppe in the dark A labourer without relief it seems For the art of delivering gifts and to be praised in such verse Is to forever creep among merrying mortals To enliven the dead in elf herds His grandeur of guidance in roundtrips obscure He who immerse my hands in sullen thrills His paths on which domination linger He who dares to prove the benignity of mine He who gives the children the presents He who lets me skate and slip away Red massive buck creature riding Forbearing, sometimes forgotten, underrated Elves dance in the shape of circle holding my hands Passing me what is left of the wine [editation finished in feb1005] -----------------------------------------------------------------------------