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Axel Apr 2015
Tears float by... endless streams

Like snowflakes, slowly falling.

Coliding with dead earth...



A railroad stretches for miles through a sterile monotone landscape...
Little embers still smolder in their cribs....

A town of fleeting memories and a scent of wet flames...

Layer after layer of thick smog... inhaling...

corroding... turning black my tongue..


I lick the ice from her cheeks... her frozen sorrow so bitter....

bitter with defeat...


Her corpse so fragile, dissolved in the glacial waste...
a trail of blood...
A bridge for me to follow...


A shadow of what i once was....


And my hope melts like snow in the sun...


Spring has come....
Axel Apr 2015
I watch you from day to day

And in my mind i visit the grave where my love for you has decayed

Shattered my brain and pierced my soul...

Nothing of me did you leave whole.....


Now you have a taste of life...

As you become someone else his wife..


As the rain just comes and flows..

So do you all your lovers come and go...

All i asked was just once chance...

But i got nothing but a glance...


I don't know where i have failed...

But watching you cry feels like razorhail..

My mind hates you but my heart does not...

But i'm sure you already forgot

That i still care...

Let me share... in your grief

Give me a chance to make you believe...


But in me you saw no gain...

And you drowned me into your pain...

Your tears so crystal and frail...

Slide over my skin like razorhail...

All the tears i did not fake...

All these years, in my chest an ache...


now the pictures are all i have left...
And my tears flow

For these pictures will be all i will know...

Once again i have failed...

Jump out the window..

your dying skin so cold and pale....

over my head falls.....







the razorhail
Axel Apr 2015
Distant cries and weeping

Echoing
through my hollow skull

mind is numbing

barely awake

hard to breathe

i pull you near, the surface

of the abyss of my heart


lost at sea and shipwrecked you wallow through dark waters, that reflect in my eyes.

a stare of corpses

starlight crosses

and breaths entwine that what lives and that what is about to die


you stare into my lifeless...

frozen eye



As my eyeball turns away into my skull...



I turn away from you.....
Axel Apr 2015
During nights where no man dare to go...

Lies a path that leads to Woe...

A print of limbs in naked snow,

From where did once a red river flow.


Ever wandering, did she so fastly...

Away from places that are so ghastly..

Beyond the reach of boney fingers.

Where the evil eye no longer lingers.


Her tell-tale heart all filled with fright

In a place deprived from light...

Her veins like nitre by dreaded cold.

Her life is thrown into the fold.


Winter gives her final kiss

a farewell for now, for 't is

Death that softly whispers of love.

Heavens cry above

and hell shrieks down below


Her broken body laid bare, bleeding in the dreadful snow.


To suffer the eye no longer, no longer,

Made her deadly desire that much stronger.

Here Anabelle lies, depraved of breath..

Suckling from the breast of Mother Death...

Her corpse now bows so very brave,

towards the symphonies that come forth

from her grave.
Axel Apr 2015
Beneath blackened earth, where majestic death gave birth..

Lies Sir Roderick so very still.

Claire wanders and wonders if there is something more,

beyond life she can explore...

In a tome of darkened lore

answers were cast at the question.

If only a mild suggestion

of necromantic, a spell.


To take back a soul from hell....


Claire descends in Roderick's tomb.
They will be united soon..


Indeed it is a graverobber's plight, to take care of such a wondrous sight.

Little Claire did not care, as she played with raven hair.

Words dripped from her lips, as she read from the bloodied tome..

The atmosphere drenched in a shivering tone..

going through marrow and cutting through bone.


Lay still your beating heart, let flow your sea of life..

Come back from Death and love thine wife..
A sacrifice with children's blood she gave

Roderick now ascends from his mouldy grave.

His flesh looks putrid and vile..

Dilly, dally the maggots wriggle

Claire comforts with a single giggle.


Now they dance, hand in hand.

They kiss in brittle moonlight

his tongue like broken glass, such delight.

So full of joy was Claire, as Roderick was festering in his chair.

Claire did not care, playing with raven hair.

Roderick still festering, festering in his chair.


Then she nodded, nearly napping, one last spell inside her head.

Command Sir Roderick to share her bed.

Little Claire was nowhere to be found...

Chewing, drooling, smacking....

Followed by a clamour and loud cracking.

Lay upon the bed, Sir Roderick and Claire.

Sir Roderick did not care, playing with her raven hair.

Loathsome Claire was united no more..

Her cannibalized remains

decorated the floor.
Axel Apr 2015
Dreary meadows... empty halls...



I soak myself in candle light...



I wash away my form of wax..



In your tears i find comfort...





Bathing in your mind.. makes me relax...



Ravenously devouring your memories....





I am the creeping dark around the corner...



A future distorted, a past discorded...



your present state in turmoil....



Tumbling further into depravity...



A shadowy fragment of what once was you...



Dripping, gaping maws. Elongated fangs laid bare...



Rend sinew and tissue....



Gnawing violently your rotting tongue....



Venom seeps out of every orifice...



As you transpire myself from you



and dress your misery in flesh and blood...



While your sight evaporates...



I roll my eyes out of sheer boredom



Your frail waxen form.. melting in the heat of my hands...



Dripping in dead puddles of discomfort...



Your sorrow festers like mould on corpses....





And on that faithful day you gave birth to me...



You gave me my name.....



When you look in the mirror you will always see...



You will whisper my name...



Melancholy..

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