What has to do a beautiful mask with an ugly soul?Appearance... The human is unique in its own particular way...but 99% of them choose to be just beautiful superficial mirror images of some other persons with whom they have absolutely nothing in common.. So yeah,I generally hate humans. The only creatures left in this world who deserve love are animals.They have what we could never have:loyalty.(yes I'm a vegetarian) My own personal assessments and options are...personal..and cannot be changed by anyone. I act how the fuck I feel and I dress how the fuck I want...give me a fucking breake..!!!Love me or hate me..For me it wouldn't matter. Having you on my page does not mean that I also received you into my life asking you please to step on it.. Try to REFRAIN YOURSELVES FROM SENDING ME STUPID MESSAGES asking for sex etc etc..I'm not a fucking whore! I'm not here to lay you so FUCK OFF!GET A LIFE!

Pulse is getting hard to control

You placed your hands upon all my scars

Ravening to taste all of their sins

You ignorant mortal

My kisses are only ashes

And they can only soak the medulla

From your bones

As you would fall fascinated

Bathing yourself in desire

Blinding yourself

Drinking from all the potions

That in your deliriousness dream

You see that I intend to offer

I am the beautiful shaped demon

That in your rayless visions

You got so churlish to adore

I am nothing.

But I am giving you everything

That your eyes desire to see

I can indulge your mortal heaven

On your eyelashes

Capture you in a dream

Chain you to the walls of comfort

I am everything that you

Ever ween for For I am the one

Who sewn all the dead words

That you aspire to hear with your

Death loam ears

You see

I was dead long before you

Were born

I existed above mortality

Centuries before your gods

Drawn the shape of

The human kind shell

And all of you have placed

Into the palm of my hand

Your most pure and desired

Fantezies

And of roses and blood

Of anger and passion

With angels and demons

I have fed you all

And you still hunger

To vandalise my skin

Repeatedly

With your never ending

Kisses of passion of lust

My flesh is the one

Unbearable not to consume

With all the intensity

That such penurious souls

Can give

It aches your being

Like the most sweet of all

Cyanides

Ill leave you at the gates

Of your own insanity

Still captivated,

Eternally admiring

The photograph of my all

That through all times

You keep attached to

Your sickening inner

As its only shaped soul

I am giving you all...

And when the times come

For your mortal time

To shatter

I reveal my eyes to you

Wispering to you

The only words

That you ever heard..

How does it feel knowing

That all the time

You had warm blood

Flooding in your veins

You have been

A necrophiliac?

Don’t you feel so disgusted

Realizing that all of your time

You spent on fancying a cadaver

Oh how you hungered

For a dead ones touch

Oh how you have nailed yourself

On its lifeless flesh

Abusing it each moment

With all that you can offer..

And now what has never been real

Is knocking at the entrance of

Your last breathing moments

Welcoming you with a hollow smile

That only now you can see

Letting you know

That you waisted your air

Only being a number

When one was doing his stint only..

For I am..

DESIRE

And you were my consumption.

”We held hands on the last night on earth

Our mouths filled with dust.

We kissed in the fields

And under trees

Screaming like dogs,

Bleeding dark into leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town

But we knew.

everyone floated along the bottom of the river

So we walk through the waste

where the road curved into the sea.

And the shattered seasons lay

and the bitter smell of

Burning was on you like a disease

In our cancer of passion you said

” Death is a midnight runner.”

the sky came crashing down

like the news of an intimate suicide

we picked up the shards

and formed them into shapes of stars

that wore like an antique wedding dress

The echoes of the past

broke the hearts of the unborn

as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.

the few insects skittered away

in hopes of a better pastime

i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked

if you would accompany me in a quick fall

but you made me realize

that my ticket wasn't good for two...

i rode alone

You said the cinders are falling like snow.

there is poetry in despair

And we sang with unrivaled beauty.

bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in

desperate streets and carved our names in

the flesh of the city.

The sun was stagnated somewhere

beyond the rim of the horizon

and the darkness is.

a mystery of curves and lines

Still, we lay under the emptiness

and drifted slowly outward,

and somewhere in the wilderness

we found salvation scratched

into the earth like a message.”

There are somehow,somewhere forgotten in this dying world,a rare specie of humans,infront of whom we should all take a bow,and cherish them as they are our most valuable treasures,because they paint in colors our gray world.These are the humans who are alive inside,who know how to care knowing also how to hate,the humans that are never afraid of being themselves,without the fear that they will not be accepted by the world that we live in.

I want someone who will use me..

I want to soak into his eyes..

I need someone that I can use..

And keep it close..

forever stealing him..

Carving him

into the forever bleeding

Wounds of my soul..

I need someone

who will cut them deeper..

Carving himself

into their blood…

Gaving me the sadness

that I need to be happy..

Making me adore him more…

With everytime

that he will disagree with me..

With everytime that he will

pour poison into my soul

without a soul..

Making my world collaps

because of the coldest kiss..

Born from the caring indifference

from his soul…

I would adore him so much..

With everytime

that he will abuse me

with his sweetness..

Making me to desire him

with every breath

of his soul without a soul…

I need someone

who will make me

dream at night…

By giving me

the sweetest nightmare…

from being lost into his smile..

I want to retrieve myself…

into the sweet sad hate

born from his eyes…

Never the hate

has been more sweet..

Never the emotions..

were soaking deeper into me…

Never no one

has never been carved

into my bleeding soul

without a soul..

Never…as someone is..

By hurting my wounds deeply

he will be forever written

Into the dead pages

of my emptiness..

As…stitches to their blood..

As sweet hate

who gave me the sadness

that I need to be happy..

As…my soul..

without a soul..

Never love me..

my dear someone..

you will offend me..

by doing that…

You will make

my almost alive world…

to become all plastic again..

Into your sweet sadness…

just carve me..

into the dead emptiness

of your soul..

I need someone…

who will make me

feel hurted…

then alive…

then hurted again…

drawned in the beauty

of his smile..

I want someone

who will be my biggest weakness..

I need someone

who will protect me..

I want someone

who will save me from myself

And carv me into his pages..

I need someone

who will make me feel alive..

By drawning me

into a deep comma..

Born from his untold words..

Raised from his touches

without touch..

Words that only I

can understand..

Touches that only I

could feel..

I need someone

that will lose me

somewhere in his sweet lust..

I want someone

about whom

I will know nothing..

But know it all

in the same time.

I need someone

who will expose his soul

brutally to mine..

Making me

desire him more..

With every word

that he will not ever say…

With everything

that he will not ever show me..

But make me feel it so deep..

With his sweet coldness..

I need someone

who will murder me inside

By making me feel alive…

With everything

that I know that he is

With everything

that I do not know about him..

I need someone

whom I will always pretend

that I do not miss..

Even when he is near me..

I want someone

who will always pretend

that he does not misses me

I need someone

with whom I will

not need words..

I want someone

who will not ever

ask me pretty words..

But who will always

feel what I have never said..

I need someone

who will make me feel petriefied..

scared…

By how he become stitches

for the emptiness

from my soul without

a soul...

murdering me inside…

hurting me…

Gaving me

the sadness that I need

to be happy..

So beautiful…

I need someone…

The warlock who charms the world.

Very dear and special to me,who had a major impact on my life

beautiful RAVEN

The moon has drawn its pale

Over the grave

Of the world

Painting it flowers

So it will dulcify

The misery

Of the human race

Who even though

Its long time dead

Insists to believe

That they are alive still

The innocence

Of an unborn child

The sweetness of purity

The embrace of an angel

The beauty of a mind

Who does not judge

But understands

Who heals

With its caring

The wonder of.. life

The life from the eyes

The life from the soul

Who comes as bandages

For the wounds

Of the dead world

They saw a monster

Because they have

No values left

Because they are dead

So they stained ITS purity

By offering offering it as a gift

Dead emotions

They murdered ITS wings

Grasping it

Dragging it

Into their mud

With their rejection

Because they could not stand

The thought

Of ITS superiority

They embraced IT

Because they cannot feel

Nothing..anything at all

And who is the human

And who is the monster now?

I wonder

They have no values

And they are dead

In their emptiness

Just leafs going

Where the wind blows

ITS beauty remains

As the redeemer stained

With their blind souls

He is alive

Forever above them.

To dulcify

The grave of the world

So think again.

Angel of self destruction

Pack your broken curses

Into the shape

Of a smile

That can only be

Faked not

Because the innocence

Sticks neddles

Into my pages

Because the human

Makes me paint

Just some other

Dead scars

Supposed to pretend

Supposed to react

For I was born

Suffocated

And the air choked

Me even more

I can play any role

And I will no longer

What was created

Wihout life

Cannot exist but empty

And it is no higher pleasure

Then to see the human

Ripped out of its

Feelings and morals

It feeds the dead

As a sculpted smile

Into ones blood

But the dawn

Erases all the pretended

Scars

Without a care

The air would

Murder me once more

Again,endlessly in vain

Chained by the spell

Of what I converted

Into poison

Charmed by the

Loving arms

Of the death

I could only share

My insanity

With what is damned

As I am

Dear human,

I can only feed

My sarcasm

From your pain

And I hold you

As a dying vodoo doll

My fingers are cold

As I am

See,they do not care

If you live or shatter

And I would only care

When pretending

I broke my mirror

Because I knew

How shattered I was

Born to be

And I could only exist

With what is shattered

As I am

Dancing on a coffin

Caressing the nails

For they have grown

To be claws

I stabbed my emptiness

And closed my eyes

To stay among

What I despise most

So it would feed

The irony

So it would pretend

To be blind still

Lifeless and uncarring

The shadow wings

Of what is broken

Have watched over

My emptiness

Over the role

I was drawing

Silent and unspoken

The pieces of my mirror

I once broke

Has mixed

My coagulated blood

With mud

And the angel

Of self decay

Has closed its theatre

You,

Angel of self destruction

Have spilled

My poison

And now

I no longer

Want to delete you

My dead

Vodoo dolls collection

I keep well locked

Because

Sarcasm is

A lovely poem

But I can only

Breath through

What it kills

So,I can only drink

What is poisonuos

As I am

I bow infront

Of you,

Angel of self destruction

For not allowing me to

Pretend

What I am not.

The painter who managed to paint the smell of a dead rose..

” He is the artist : She is the poet “

” They are Beauty without doubt “

” For not even deaths short reign shall part their souls “

Another night into the arms of dismay

But the stars seem to be candy floss

When seen from the

Depth of my grave

All of what was once

Are apples and pears

Infeasible to caress their flavour into

There is no rest into silence

The voiceless call

Of the brushes layed onto

This partiture

Their sweet redolence

Is carving deep

Beneath the dead

Above what was rotten

You painted me into the colors

Of the moon

As one of your most euphuistic

Of all of your past and to be moments

And as you were drawing

I have impended under the waters

Of my most sombre nightmares

Taken it all and stuff it

Into my most intimate scars

But as I have opened my eyes

All of their poison you have

Painted in neutral

And all of their blasfemous aches

Could not be hurled into

The most empty of my souls chambers

The most empty of my souls chambers

Come into my tomb my lover

Rape the death that floods into my veins

Stay with me,

Draw us both wings

To rise above all of these

Concepts filled of dust and misery

And let us forever dream embraced

Into a lunar painting that has no end.

HEARTS:

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Jonathan

Bri

Raven

Placebo

Marilyn Manson

photography

animal rights

human psychology

FEELS DISGUSTED BY:

HUMANS

MY MUSIC:

Placebo

Marilyn Manson

A.F.I.

London After Midnight

Die my darling

Dreams for the dying

Suede

Muse

The Cure

Bella Morte

Manic Street Preachers

Tokio hotel

David Bowie

Greenday

Sparkling Bombs

Orgy

Ab4

The Smiths

NIN

Depeche Mode

Nirvana

Beethoven

Mozart