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Paradigm Of The Lost DivineTake my pitiful mind to a better place,
So I can see the brightest stars shine,
In that abysmal hope called space.
To reach out and touch a forbidden face,
Is the greatest gift anyone could find.
For I have witnessed in vast wonder,
The eternity before this epic I ponder,
Where no creature would consider his death.
But who am I to declare what is up or down?
Nothing is the name of hell in which I drown.
Take my woeful heart to a lesser worth,
So I can hear the darkest sighs scream,
In that dismal void called birth.
That genesis of so mysterious a mirth,
Is the coldest curse anyone could dream.
For I have listened to past laught
Call Of The UniverseThere is only the pulsing echo of eternity,
Reaching out across the rage-less space,
And time; living in a perfect void without pity.
What finite beings of such sapient thought,
Could rise up to devour the wisdom they wrought?
There is only the howling mess of mystery,
Spreading out amongst the senseless life,
And death; existing in a hectic abyss in history.
What mortal thralls of ideal intellectual grace,
Should rise up to define the ferocity they face?
There is only the crying rage of reality,
Moving out against the mindless love,
And hate; dying in a cruel grave with clarity.
What unique hearts of grim genius deceive,
PandemoniumWelcome to the plague called pandemonium,
Step inside this chaotic suicidal stadium,
Away from those arms harmless and afraid.
Where tendrils bleed like veins bleeding madness,
As they sprout before silver flames they fray.
Welcome to the poison named pandemonium,
Crawl from this hectic confused cranium,
Away from those arias painless and alone.
Where fireflies hide like eyes hiding darkness,
As they blink before black graves they groan.
Welcome to the pity known as pandemonium,
Enslave not this static emphatic elysium,
Away from those aliens formless and alive.
Where verses die like nerves dying sadness,
As they wake before wh
Eternity May Never ReturnSome things can never come back,
From that vacant void of memory,
Shrouded in it's silhouette of black.
Those days you lost in time,
Was surely never your greatest crime.
Some things may never be the same,
To your internal eye of remembrance,
Cloaked in that shadow with no name.
Those nights you slept in pain,
Was purely forever your mind going insane.
Some things will never really wait,
In that colossal codex of infinity,
Blinded by your brilliant trait.
Those seconds when you died,
Was meaningless if it was all denied.
System FailureWhat will you do,
When your system fails you?
When you have nowhere left to run,
And nothing left to hang on to?
Do you understand what is to come?
What will you do,
When it all falls apart around you?
When everything collapses in turn,
And every haven is but a ruin.
Have you given up all you ever owned?
What will you do,
When the fear and terror kicks in?
When the horror inside starts to burn,
And when there is bitterness to learn.
Do you yet realise what you have become?
In RetrospectI'd rather you hate me,
Than let yourself see,
This mockery of make-believe.
Do you think I conceal,
What I hope not to reveal?
I'd rather you forget me,
Than let this mystery be,
Of this I really would relieve.
Do you think I dare,
Or even considered to care?
I'd rather you lost me,
Than let it all be free,
From all that you perceive.
Do you think I lied,
As it all withered and died?
Midas TouchEverything I seem to touch,
Begins to show cold cracks,
Even though I know as much.
That it was new; as such,
To my knowledge: Am I a curse?
Everyone I seem to embrace,
Runs away to hide from me,
As though I have a frightening face.
And now after all I know no place,
To feel as calm: Am I an omen?
Everybody I seem to like,
Says goodbye and leaves forever,
But really they mean take a hike.
Yet it's all just a pointless strike,
To be left alone: Am I a jinx?
Remnants of HopeEverything I have tried,
Has all but failed and died.
Those little things I once believed,
Would flourish like so many of my dreams,
That it expired like dust: I was deceived.
Everything I ever possessed,
Has all but disappeared no less.
Where did it all go awry,
Was it because of my ignorance,
That it all turned to ash: I did try.
Everything I ever desired,
Has all but been drenched in fire.
Why did I rely on hope,
Where did my reasoning go,
That it all blossomed into smoke: I couldn't cope.
Suicide Is My SalvationSuicide is my salvation,
Nothing I know will stop:
My death or my surge of dedication,
To this nightmarish notion,
Of succumbing to my eternal emotion.
Suicide is my salvation,
No one I know will halt:
My curse or my flow of concentration,
To this mechanical motion,
By denying myself of all devotion.
Suicide is my salvation,
No. Is this the end:
My patience or my hope of pacification,
To this soulless solution,
Will be as reliable as my resolution.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More