Sodom! the origin, glade from our past Glade where once animals - us met and clasped Since then turns of seasons have turned to distaste No wonder why it's suicide for the crazed So often So always We engorge it all and by surmise we pounce An'the pounce on our fingers make us prowl the grounds [_ \_ \ _ \ ___] [Yet eventually ] Everything has been No more wishes van-qu-ish-es dwell on our surrounds "All, all, will I dispute! And world by world, And star by star, and universe by universe Shall tremble in the balance, till the great Conflict shall cease"... [ 1. The Book to stand a Lesser Apocalypse ] River? our conclusion, patch for the now Piece of grave water to stare when we're down Now as long eves have abasement to offer Alongside of nothing and that makes us suffer So dearest (drearest) water Smokelike do choke (smother) We've prowled through all ages and acres we crossed Like_the wind and the gust have we wailed, learned disgust [_ \ _ \ _ \ ___] [When there is little more ] We haven't lived to_the sore Amid tears how life appears we'd gladly fall to dust I as a corpse wonder why dead should live Should creator be this couldn't I forgive Before every whim of him should we just cower? I'd render this threesome kill had I some power.... To chum up with God with a knife (For there's mere desire not anystrife) So... my cat, In our lives there abides this aftermath So damn tired are we In the rack and manger that life will be Killed... and killed We raped ev'ry bait until fulfilled So damn tired are we Enough of human girls for our revelry Still do fury Yet not lust (For Furs alone could grant more thrust) Loaf of white dread Little ends to miss Eventually it did come to this We looked we groped even lost our hope and there we saw this guise She seem'd a friend and_able_to_send us back to sweet demise And that is where I stopped be -lieving life was more than lies When we bled more than everbefore with-out reaching the skiesssh ..... So now in wounds tho-roughly fools in crapes and gauze and Down Blood lost so much too wide the cuts to still alive to frown [ \ _ _ \ _ _ \ _ _ \ ...] The method of cutting must lie beside mocking, such novice an attempt we've shown This anger perversed with the hunger we cursed even inter-cursed - better to drown! Down Not Across Though we knew and we drew toward bloodloss So damn close were we But something _evil_ forced us live.... Adverse some sad In smilodon verses for this psychopath So tired are we In the waste of heat this life will be ..."if ever it shall cease, Which it ne'er shall, till he or I be quench'd!" [x] Until she and I beside can rest When close at paw even feral incest When even we two can lay low us dead No more behest for the ronin of that ilk Sensuous, yet arboreal in samurai cat silk Must anychaste creature scribble before erased Why it so often ends up in suicide for the crazed (And could there be a better way to describe how we once embraced ......) Cat doesnt play dice, she mere raper tiger In borderline misanthropy 'round estrus cycle When physically and metally petally at orchard Where to find that another dragon graveyard Perched to dream on this wooden beam What do the white skies of august mean Charming oratory when goes predatory As go we - so the rest is herstory And it's all gory (avgst of wind 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Left Stigma" Concluded after two feeble attempts, in 17th of the 1004th October plateau landscape caption (a quotation as well) "Black metal is about the values that are eternal to life, and not a trend like modern society." 'stigma' slashed by Wolfram Winterfuhr Lucifer quotes on the opening track stolen from Mr. Byron 'Autumn Hunter' poem not by me The quote on the fifth track snatched from Biathanatos by J. Donne The 1st river quote on the final track inhumanly kitsune-napped from The Brook by A. Tennyson, the 2nd one's a bit... distorted captions to come Ihmiset ovat samanlaisia Jumala on pieni so here's the title track - inspiration knived & hauled from something could be called you cant escape - combined with the dreamy atmosphere of from haavardstun by bak de syv fjell 2. Left Stigma The Ddread-white corridors wander through Poisoned drugged con-fused Paranoid craped abused The passage seems end less or is there just this one room? I open SLITely my other bandage Yeah, I figure out it hasn't quite healed yet... Llike out of the red the world starts to twitch trying to hide in my corner Felt that hate-red but in drought it did drown Only left is the dread And ev'ry things falling d woonnnn All this started long ago I began to cut.. very gently, almost casually I had no suspicions it'd come this far when there wear only a few scratches on my left arm Am I alone or is she here And if so.. can she.. fear? I once even wrote "dear .. fancied lover? As you read this its very possible I'm dead so youre late And thats all I have to say" It all spins in me head Had I a feline goddess the pain'd make me pray my prayers are like this, tired and written But I swear i 'll never write her again Now where the fuckis the way out Feverish halluci-nations turn the weep to shout must find an exit or another blade I feel like a dazed madicated bait the horror comes closer and bites Unknived it's my tooth that blights The delicious taste of my arrrrrm the delusional lipsilver clouds afar Drifting closer to get me... the whoal world overthrown Everythings, even me falling DOWNn Senses in naphtha aflame Cerevisiae of acrid sweetness venation in venomous gingerdread grey cat whisperess art thou in my head I pollute the sterile floor with my bleeding drool must have lost much... beginning to get Freezing ...cold am I alone or is she near me And if so... Does she fear me(?) (that strange period between summer and autumn, 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3. I Dared to Dream I wrote her under thunder means And can create the clouds she wants Yet did her fire aspire to dreams Far more is that which me haunts I saw her there on mere treestump Crossing out tactics awkward Too long alone to intone a triumph Too dull her far eastern sword We rolled to enfold and called it off The lives with only this Throu' play and perform, maelstorm rough A couple of deaths to cherish So Isn't this the third felin[e] Written for her spiritlessness Although cat spirits moonhigh Reaching her real-dead chess Grr Tonight I'll be drunk of dark vile rum That ebrietas as these countless eves Of coffee misuse and writes of decorum I dedicate, sadly, amidst in breeze to Thee (there are no answers. there is only death) Your taste of petrol, dust and coal Roughly refined in steely mills Hair of raingrain, eyes deep with a demon soul The only thing that does not hurt.... (and even that hurts a little) Again Sad demon sadder tattered life Eyes profound as mineral oil With sharp cat focus do us drive Through the life that does us despoil Were I a tiny bit more romantic I'd believe Death could bring us together again But I have absolutely no reason to believe Besides, hope would tear me Apart from that I should be torn already So there Your scent is abnormal from formalities Yet power given too less Dream liqueur eyes for those abnormalities And no wish of ill cess (it's my paws I care less) I wrote her thunder under the thumb Of drunken love like clouds Clouds of fire vampired and plunged In thought of grave-black shrouds I lived with her and dared to dream A strikethrough of such lives For a world like this it is a crime scene Forced to live involuntarily Despite our tries... (very early autumn 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Autumn Hunter What takes you so far from me, smooth-eyed lord? Your hunters have long since capitulated. The dogs mourn. And I, who am little more than hound myself, lift head to sky and howl. [-loa-] hi litl'wolf listen to my crazy story [ 4. ] and go on feel the bouquet of an autumn gale and say it's all there for can you not sense the aftertaste which sneaks to set off yearn for something more see the cool autumn skies dimwoods in laphroaig and blood and jekyll colours badger pawprints in mudwater and try not to shed any tears for can you not remember the vast longing for something greater the devil's midnights in fuminshoo with something poetic to drink all the plans made in that pining to comprehend why with even dearest human friends there's some loneliness gwwrl... the poem's not over and it's yet to be dedicated (september 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5. Eerie Attempts, and Accompanying Symptoms "A Declaration of that Paradoxe, or Thesis, that Selfe-homicide is not so naturally Sinne, that it may never be Otherwise." Which'd be acceptable, though no joy Thought she, for dulcet to destroy That which herkind see blindly fault So the voltage built sugary threshold Unbolt the passages to her private Cult Over demoncracy pyrocracy inner scenery how grassy With solemn truths of bereavements (With steel or rope the Elements) Aroused aikido on her intimate conspiracy She'd invite a jesus break the focus But only to crack his bones Thus now alone follows the crows (Like Me) And unintentionally finds... us About us... #1 the tigress cut on her own #2 she tried to drown herself in a small river #3 we two cut ourselves - and each other (bad) after this one, i have been sensible or rational no more #5 we cut again (messy as before) #4 So this goes she nearly bows_ as she sees me cat With knife and horror (mostly sorrow) trembles to go back "The only way to get away the stab throu me_in the neck" Says she my cat_ an'to stand to confront redding fleck The_girl hesitates but propagates the threat toward the tigress "come on, come on!" said - blade is drawn to swipe but only to Vex So ends the courage bends the Fur, hits, strikes girl down to bleed Very soon her life is through impossible to breathe In_the very paws of my dear cat so nicely strangles those in need Mean while me defiled, drunk or high by strange white fungi So_ no_ antidote for her to prevent white foil to see Which she takes quite tightly gaits with rope around tha' neck And quite quiet greet no more to breathe this wreck of_a_cat to death Over stabile head of this my dear cool plastic bag for no more breath Gritted anthems NO MORE ATTEMPTS lie inbetween us Tho'who will know (that's Me and Snow) how we should hasten, rush All_ this_ does ravish us 'way from the_essential For arent we equal so have become_ killed messengers In chrono-logic as if tragic still alive are we Both me and cat yet incessant to plan the stragedy Playing Death with blood-red thread and metal encroachment Should be proud to call out loud we want to BREAK and not to bend! "We should use drugs" I say as tug the bag away from her Gruff, polite for suicide attempt without me there Should I know that great bestow is freedom to die Now Nature saddens all the attempts made together anyhow With raspful thorn by fields of corn in shelter sheds to tear Thieving in their storage bin_ laden with sorrowful fear On our stone so damn alone are we In preventing this catastro-p-hy ('nother wasted september 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Slipstream about two parched torrents of transition and the one left behind a Sister The other is a Season 6. "...and it struck me how not human I actually was" (That was for the art and eroticism of blood, ungodly rituals in splanchna and gut, crimes of us beloved ones and that most ghastly animal ghost romance) Drying slightly next to a nicely-shaped(nottomention -coloured) maple The weeds get all wet (as me gets sable), I'd joy were I not unable Seven turns ago something lenient I recalled Yeah, even hoped the joy'd come back - sevenfold! It was summer then, desirous and quagmiry Loved when she slobbered on the poem diary And jumped on me about bleeding too little Well, she jumped the gun and herself - like a pro - riddled That our SO fucking TWISTED love kept the secret When I die, nothing's left The only thing I regret I already haven't tasted that sweeet, feminine Death (How original?) Last summer, first in seven turns I recalled how to hate Still got alcohol burns From the burned wine kisses with me mate But they were ardour, they were good And indulgent violent action ensued Amidst the delicacy of the trees Enamoured with the animated fur to tease We clamoured, the glamoured trees listened: "You are not red, your colours all twisted!" This was my most foxing(confusing) sacrifice, loss of aestivus love in our downtrodden eyes In addition to the heptangular fall & letum there's... another one I've got a cat, a tough goth sister Demons with me tread But you my sis, let me whisper; You are not.... red This kitsune I know as she stares me like so She'd sooner take over and cover the Snow In reddrool than admit her mad hit is foul So where could my tigress her highness now go? Surely far away not, if any bit Even if shot'ween the eyes with dragon spit It's the vulpan acquaintance who's on the way For I DO have a sister and she is white, night and Grey She's the one who draws blood for her evil experiments And those ungiving treads down to malus-subservience But is also so caring in solicitude, warm and loving Gutsy at welcoming to get cats well cumming Yes she's a creature of the role like me No more getting mixed with the mongrel infant-ry With prophylactic figments we'd have a romp as wild As siblings may need to reconcile a catclaw&catbloodphile (yet lies undiscovered that - which cat of us means I) Anyhow, well Distresses in dresses of Snow named Thunder Pillage the fur village, not desolate but plunder Warm periods (summer catamenia?) plucked us asunder Only to unite in our autumn saunter grown profounder I've seen all the seven summers that made me pithy Now I feel but [something not too far from the word above] And any gothcatgirl has a reason to ghost So, again - alone ev'ry now & then I've lost something warm and got something aged teen and seven (Almost!!) (Autumn 1004) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- (october 1004) 7. Iskra I stare in mirth and merriment those beautiful black eyes But why it always has to end In suffocating cries... Together rove to romp, ascend The great cloudbreaker towers To topple life that us condemned For that life isnt ours Whole the days tho-roughly Scam Like wind without the blow A cat - a leopard, that I Am But hyoo-man said me No (daigo-re) Gentle mental morning misk, the morning misk awakens me Evening trees, the evening trees raze life that has forsaken me Waft deadcraft the dungeon dusk that dungeon dusk will settle down Then shine stars, skyhigh my harsh, coarse cat who crafted death upon us "I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers" (toushin) I loved to whisper crispier truths, sinister truths that haunted me Tales and stories fables orgies feasts where we once mounted free Burrows I these autumn eves, the autumn eves this unholy - Now I write of suicide, of suicide and that only Thus, I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river The way I stayed is how I go; With no fair chance to get Her