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Oct 2015 · 222
rust
aviisevil Oct 2015
what i have gone through
have you ever wondered
I'm someone else, I'm not you
haven't you heard the whispers
kneeling in the dark
can you now see me my friend
tell me, why keep a broken heart
when we know it will all end
then why have thou forsaken me
amongst men and beasts alike
have you not mistaken me
for another creature of the night
even in the sun-light
you are not real anymore
awaking in the moon-light
you are not here anymore
and soon we'll both die
in the cold december
i've known nothing but you
and all I can remember is
that I killed you long ago
and I can still feel you linger
here, with every wind that blows
in this autumn sky that withers
still talking to you
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Oct 2015
we're not as stupid as we were told, the years of abuse has made us cold
the love is gone and hate won't hold
we're not the ones to be bred and sold,
we're more then
a small heart beating, repeating the world over and over in a rhythm to make a song of life;
black river, blue skies, two faces in the crowd weaving sunlight,
grey world and white,
taught to be loved but finding not a soul by your side,
we have come from the same place, same stories and tales,
albeit different words but the same sounds, the noise;
when you've been screaming all night cold but no one is there to hear your voice;
words perish into the pages, tears cash in blood and ink-
reflection from the mirror, ugly and faded;
when did it matter when we began to think ?
when we began to sing, bowing to the queens and kings,
breathing the world in and watching all of its sins
and lies, what we know and have seen from our eyes;
unheard, what they don't see..what they can't see,
drawing the world in the shapes we want it to be;
always told that the mind won't hold over the matter,
and dreams are...just dreams, build and bred to be shattered,
in a million pieces to be scattered, so we never find ourselves;
the old road has been bitter, the steps ahead lost to the mist,
echoing the same reason that made us clench our fist;
spoken ill, made to be weak..blindfolded with what they had to teach,
but we learned, as they preached;
the one's who got away,
the one's who got away,
now we suffer, from another siege,
locked and chained, walked through years of tears and defeat;
made weak, enough scars that we won't leave,
tied in love, awoken in dusk..the dawn has always been on the far,
falling prey to their lies as we rust and bleed;
we could never see a mother weep, there is something hollow somewhere deep;
walking to the edge of the world, only to fall and meet,
the one's who got away,
the one's who got away,
they would never know our pain, as we watch another one die,
who are you, I've never heard them ask us why,
if only we could see them cry;
and they still pry on us,
now a black heart beating, repeating the world over and over in a rhythm to make a song of lies;
we have always been more, if only they could ever see the world from our eyes.
we've felt it.
Sep 2015 · 262
distance on the rise
aviisevil Sep 2015
Oh this life is bitter
It's bigger than you or me
and you are not me
i am someone else
distance is on the rise
i haven't been myself
it was so long ago
i think I've killed myself
looking in the mirror
hiding in the corner
that's me in the corner
burning your whispers
as they wither
I feel more than I used to
what if I ever need you
and you won't be there
i want you here
so you can haunt me again
be mine, give me a sign
remind me how it felt to be blind
I want to hear my name
one last time
it took me so much to find
what I have lost
that I have lost
more than I
ever will be
and still you won't see
that I am on my knees
waiting to be freed
I don't want to bleed my all
when your tears don't fall
don't you hear me call
screaming, dreaming
fighting air and light
breathing night
can't you hear my heart
going black


only ever count the lies
numbers and figures
in isolation, waiting for no one
finger on the trigger



doing what we never meant to
I see you, I can't be with you again
I can feel your pain, take my name
burn my words if they are strange
for I have no clue about you
no clue what I became, since you came



I think I've killed myself
I want to be wrong
but I have never been strong
so weak
that I couldn't even leave
and stay
as I bled
all the hurt I could bleed
waiting to be freed
from the chains of hell
as far as I know
no on we can tell
sometimes I wonder
if they ever consider
what you put me through
I have never known you
and you never knew me too
it was all in the whispers
now they have withered
weathered the storm
pierced by the shards
echoing in a broken home


































Oh this life is bitter
It's bigger than you or me
and you are not me
i am someone else
distance is on the rise
i haven't been myself
never been more wise
i think I've killed myself
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 442
sin of the sick
aviisevil Sep 2015
I am weak, I am sick
so hungry that
I can even eat my skin
my thirst
is burning my heart
as I rust and
bleed in the pit
drinking my blood black
and drowning in
an ocean of sin
being carried to the depths
of dark and more
where I am not
who I was anymore
only bones and flesh
monster without a master
I killed myself
and buried myself after
only to find me wandering
the corners of the mist
in deep, silence and wondering
if dark can speak through the hollow
echoing the voices of his
luring me out in the open
across doors hidden and broken
colours exploding in themselves
melding in a winter dream awoken
from a deep slumber
my years are only a number
of how long I have been
but not what I mean
and what i have seen
is more than I ever could be
the rage in my heart poisons
my eyes and my lies
inhaling numb tales and potions
portion of me not ready to die
believing seasons can linger
longer than the winter
before they wither
i hear them whisper
of the ones lost and taken
of the wise and mistaken
of the ones forsaken
born into this world
where chains set you free
and dreams slit your throat
i have more scars than me
you don't see through the smoke
you've kept me in
I can even eat my sin
i want to leave, i am sick
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Sep 2015
I stand watching as you keep walking
on
The last drop has been bled and now
i'm all alone
What little hope I had you took it
along
And now even the stars in the dark
sky are gone



Hurt me once more O' you cruel
wicked world
Take me to the memories i've never
been
Make an ocean from my tears
and blood
A dark and cold abyss that i've never
seen
Drown me in my own nightmares
ignore me once more
Take that last piece of my sanity and
ignite me 'cause I'm so cold
Let your fire make me want to wish
that I was never born
Make me feel all your pain that
no one has ever known
Its still not enough , every fall that
you've shown
My eyes are still closed and they
won't mourn
Open them for me , so I can be blind
again
Take me with you and away into
the unknown
Let the lingering dream finally
be buried
And now is the time to lead me to the
unmarked grave
I've to reach home soon , mama will be
worried
Give this heart of stone what it craves
and what you made



Show me the way to myself , a road
never walked upon
Let the strangers strangle me along
the way
Burning with rage , a seed that i've
sown
Let me walk back to my demise and
be on my own
Burn my skin with every lonely breath
I take
Creating reality that we never wanted
to make
Now what have I , an endless
nightmare that I made
Fed it all my hurt and now it's ready
to take my place
Hurt me again O' you cruel wicked
world
It has been so long that I can't even
remember my face
Bury me once more in your dark and
dirt
**** me for I never want to escape
from this maze
Spill my blood and paint it all across the
walls
Tell them my story , tell them I was
never lost
Now take my hand and let me fade once and
for all
Walk me to the edge of myself and
just let me fall





Let my tears sing for the rest of the
lonely world
Make them see through my every
hollow word
Let them be one with all the pain and
despair  
Make them see what I couldn't in my
hurt
Let me be the road to guide them
back home
The warm shadow that won't ever
leave them
alone
The face in the mirror when everyone
else
is gone
Let me be the one for whom they
would all mourn
Let a song be heard from the depth of
my grave
And let the stars be found again in the
approaching sunrise
For every lost Soul trapped inside
the dark maze
Make them remember that we'll
always
have the sky
Hurt me once more O' you cruel wicked world
make this ocean of dread rage with all
that's left alive  
Burn me down with all your wrath
and fury
And watch me with dismay
as I slowly
come back to life


Hurt me once more O' you cruel wicked world

*Hurt
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 244
scars of the world
aviisevil Sep 2015
forgotten souls burning cold, unspoken words never told
disappearing voices echoing the same old lore
preaching what they cannot see

autumn is here again, now corpses will taste the rain
dreaming about the scars that do not have a name
learning what they cannot be

swallowing as it fades, another sin this world forbade
scars of the world that it nurtured and made
now engraved on me

children dying, a father crying for the one's that do not make it back
a mother is lying to the mirror watching it grow black
whispering love isn't free

another winter to keep, a heart that would weep
watching every waking eye fall back asleep
as scars of the world rage free

eternally
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 262
Buddha of war
aviisevil Sep 2015
his dying breath was hollow
you could see the dark in his eyes
it was drizzling from morning
grey mourning with a white sky
there were more but empty
spent by the masters and sage
corpses lined in a beautiful dream
one you see when you cannot wake

he too made peace with the scars
eaten away never to be whole
only the sound of his failing heart
called a name amidst the roars
between the journey and end
within the coffin of despair
there he laid mine nameless friend
whilst corpses danced everywhere

the dead won't say a morbid word
deaf and blind from all the screams
rotting angles by a mothers hurt
buried with them love and dreams
he laid there ever so softly
in the middle as the song raged
Buddha of war, they all must be
burning cold as they fade

into the endless nothingness
as the hell breathes them in
forever to hear the silence
so that the world can sing
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 442
love burnt
aviisevil Sep 2015
numb fingers don't burn
cold heart won't scream
what have we become
how long has it been
when you and i were in love
but now as i look back it seems  
we were dawn and dusk
and maybe it was all a dream
a clock ticks by magic tricks
what is gone shall never return
keeping tears hidden in mist
there are more things to burn
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 260
tears and teeth
aviisevil Sep 2015
what do you owe
you ask yourself
pretending still
that there's an answer
in your misery
buried inside the depths
dark and weary
--
crawling on the walls
hidden by the scars
rotting old
that there's a face
more ugly
than yours
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 282
believe
aviisevil Sep 2015
too much confusion for the retribution,
Making our holy way to the next illusion,
no delusional about what is real and what is not
I don't know, I just got here and I really can't
say a word more because the noise won't let me speak
it takes me over, puttin' all of these verses on repeat
it eats me from the inside and I know I hear a voice
I think it is me, drowning in all that noise
Screaming for a hand to pull me outta this hole
you gotta understand it doesn't take much to be whole
Only when you break apart my man, can you see the pieces
pick up the shards, make a mirror and feed it
take a page outta the reflection, cause you're gonna need it
watch as you've not done before, that face you've gotta bleach it
don't jump too high if you're afraid of the heights,
tryin' so hard but you can't reach it, you can't keep it,
You can't leave it, you have to bleed it or the dream shall die and they won't believe it.

swallowing tears as they fall
head up high against the wall
remember how you told me
I would mean nothing at all
nothing at all, nothing at all
yet I believe..
Notes (optional)
Sep 2015 · 233
|||stories|||
aviisevil Sep 2015
moonlight whispers,          
angel's sing.            
    strangers meet,
  in a stolen home.                    
  a dream withers,
when night blinks.                          
 somewhere far,
                    dark and alone.
sometimes it doesn't take that many words.
Sep 2015 · 282
rude teen routine
aviisevil Sep 2015
can you not see the shape of my empty heart
its a rotten circle and full of dark and  hollow
rude teen routine silently cutting and falling apart
I'm another mess that needs an addiction to follow
inflicting the rage in the shape of invisible scars
i have a monster within I nurture with my hurt
my conscience is broken and my veins filled with shards
disappearing somewhere between the dawn and dirt


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i was anymore



do you still believe everything that was ever known
reading between the lines and feeding on  a silent stare  
is there more than one whenever you find yourself alone
sometimes the long steps ahead lead us back to nowhere
i have been bred the same guilt in my bones too
caging me in my own filth so I never see the sun
i am still a corpse no matter how much love I do
you never know, the mirror can show you what you've become


this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember who i am anymore



would you forever pretend what lives may never die
there are more lies out there to make you whole
sinking down the abyss, in a thousand words I die
I'm eating my own sins so that the fire can burn old
and consume me in my own self, nothing just another name
carved in words, I will be gone as soon as I fade
you can never reclaim yourself in memories again
only if i knew that for a dream to end, one has to wake


*this skin is not me, I must have been more than this flesh before
there's someone within me, i don't remember if i want this anymore
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 657
corpses
aviisevil Aug 2015
this life it *****, it rusts in dust
it lusts for the thirst of your blood
flowers in dirt and dies in dusk
count your scars in tears plucked
wearing a mask of mothers guilt
in the same home, a father once built
by the same hands that devoured love
of a few names that a box once filled
smothered by the memories tamed
unspoken words burning the remains
from all those dreams that were killed
none shall see the face smile again
standing so still against the wall
almost dead if not for your shadow
there is no room for you here at all
them lies are all buried in the meadows
whispering in the winds now again
how hollow is the lonely song
the piper keeps piling the corpses
only for more to come back along.
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 301
her
aviisevil Aug 2015
her
i want to hold you, touch you
still believe that you are here
there can be no me without you
how i wish you were still near
so i can breathe you, love you
in my dreams, we'll be somewhere
you don't know how much I've missed you
you were gone but I was still there,
waiting for you, as I have
but i know soon you'll disappear
and i will never have you back
there's so much unsaid,
more than words, more than this world can speak
and as I watch you smile and fade
i see a tale we made that even you can't leave
a moment in time, when she was mine
and I was her
In every whisper, as I see it wither
another winter to show us a mirror
so I can see all of our scars,
who we are, who we once were
it has always been like this, we only lost our heart
now i cannot be with you again,
and you are so far
come back and haunt me again
take me back, take me to the start
so we can fall in love once again
I will die a thousand times then to be apart,
for she's waiting to be loved,
and I've never loved anyone more
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 374
love
aviisevil Aug 2015
when you remember me my love
remember me as I was, and not who I became
it's an hour past mid-night, you're already by my side
won't you come in my dreams again ?
I've been so cold my love but no more
for you are here now, finally
so silently, as i hold you in my arms
I've been in love from the first time I saw you
but I've never been more warm
and now that you are gone
i can tell you everything I could never spell
so many reasons, scars and hurt
come along and i will show you ourselves
only an image in my mind
a voice inside of my head
something is still there in my heart, something not mine
i feel comfortable now, perhaps i am dead
won't you come and find me again
hold my hands and smile for me again
tell me, how do you ever swallow this pain
when every moment is stuck in time and repeating all over again
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 304
off-topic debacles
aviisevil Aug 2015
I saw a revolution in the sky
someone said it was all a lie
there is something wrong in my eyes
he hopes I die, I think..
I think I saw him cry too
but would something like this
Happen to maybe, you
are you still confused between
what is going on around you
and if this world really is just a dream
when the sky isn't so blue
now why don't you all
gather behind in line like slaves
cave in to the depths of greed and sin
tumble down the pile we all have made
washing our hands with so many grins
whilst silence whispers of those
who were wise enough to let us in
down on the path of weak and brave
till we ate all their hearts from within

there is only one who can stand atop
and all must feed down from him
there is no stick, curse or a rock
that can reach his mighty wings
only his own journey back to civilization
another melancholic song for a mad nation

thumping their green against the barren sky
wearing the world that has been broken and taken
its clouds and rivers swallowed by the howling smoke
for some colours so many rainbows had to die
painted in white and black all across the border
you can hear a lonely mother cry
in the middle where the old tangled veins choke
the mercy of a poison, painting blunders far and wide
the old burnt banner in the middle of dying corpses spells hope

it has been raining blood since that late night
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 404
a lonely dream
aviisevil Aug 2015
you walk back to the same place before
not a lonely soul lives there anymore
the rains have eaten away all the doors
yet you stand outside in dark and cold

watching as moments kiss you and die
so still it feels like you're in the moment
as hollow as the dark colour of the sky
another corpse lost in depths of an ocean


you're fighting with yourself all this while
trying to choke on strings of yesterday
a way back home has eaten all the miles
and now you wish you could be far away

it makes you sick and you let yourself go
down the morbid path of all forsaken men
just about the time pain starts to grow
you hear the beautiful noise of life then


it keeps beating louder and louder
till you can hear it fall apart and break
hole keeps getting deeper and wider
but the screams never burn and fade*

you can't see them clouds or thunder
this will be all the sound ever made
but have you stopped and wondered
if 'tis not a dream and you're wide awake
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 495
a mad crow
aviisevil Aug 2015
a mad crow quietly dreams in silence
of a world very different than ours
where there is no meal without violence
and you can even count the long hours

there is grey and mist wide and far
shadows of crooked trees and prey
as black as a charcoal ashen'd heart
and the nights never melt into the days

the river flows white and with heads
delicious eyes dyed in blood and lies
only smoke comes out of every breath
where there's no grave everyone has died

gingerbread little huts spanning the hills
and children playing with mud and chains
by the old dark woods where a pond fills
as silently as it is hollowed once again

the mad crow spans into the night sky
shrieking with tears of a very small baby
claws clenched and a throat that is dry
it glides in the air crooked and patiently

a mad crow quietly sleeps in silence
in dreams that his eyes hath sowed
there is a kid watching, cold and silent
reaching out for it's tiny little throat
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 557
naked tree
aviisevil Aug 2015
a naked tree stood on the end
of a forest far and wide, blue and green
a lonely place with no friend
at the corner it would hide, unseen
unheard were its tears at night
as it stood cold against the winds
when the sun shone high and bright
It would be reminded of its sins
forest grew more green and dark
and the river filled up to the brim
but peace in this world never do last
sooner or later a monster walks in

the forest was cut open and sold
in pieces, scarred and in polished tint
burnt to the ground, breathing charcoal
diseased and with a despairing stink
the river was fed a poisoned brew
howling abuses and killing every child
the monsters bred and the hurt grew
in the shadows of the corpses piled
only the darkest of the forest remained
green all but lost to the monsters red
for every mother lost for them to gain
world will nurse scars and birth death


monster fed till nothing was left
only one naked pillar from the yesterday
when they got full, turned on themselves
the river ran red for a thousand days
and silence swept in the sky again
clouds started building the blue sky
those who were hiding came out again
slowly and softly the clouds begin to cry
the naked tree stood alone in the rain
now one with the world and its creed
every star in the sky now knew its name
for in this world, it was the only seed

*the river began breathing again
and the children seeding in depths
a barren land filling its scars again
breeding what little that it had kept
the tree grew more beautiful everyday
now that the world swirled to its feet
the lasting winter came and went away
and it stood as wide as it could reach
it planted a seed upon springs breath
birthing more in every coming spring
down the river they would be swept
and soon a young forest began to sing
all around their mother, a king.
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 436
i have died
aviisevil Aug 2015
my hurt has a sinister ire
fire burning what had been sane
ashes and dust make a sapphire
I still feel the same again
****** my every desire
so I can only know the pain
more corpses on streets to hire
I am just one of the strange

i had something but no words to speak
all I could see was who left and came
in all of those lies I once let breed
i somewhere forgot my own name


i have died years ago but I am still awake
my heart is lost but I still hear my soul
I wouldn't know the monsters I have made
but I know the secrets I never told
by a lonely corner where I would wait
breathing more despair and cold
you wouldn't know how many scars it takes
to not remember who you are anymore
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 299
a rotten omen
aviisevil Aug 2015
swallowing my sins, I'm burning on the altar
in the middle, from where the river bleeds
only smoke to take in from the ashes of a lost winter
'tis the riddle, and only more dark hours it breeds
they've sent me to the silvery morgue beneath dancing stars
lending me upon a sheet of darkness all across the sky
and another throat slit to bleed tears from the eyes
in that morbid scar,keeping the grave barren and dry
barely living, my soul has been lost since birth
i make bad things happen sometimes, sometimes someone gets hurt
i don't see them dead people but I do understand their world
and when I see dead people, walking in the dusk
from ash to dust, in pieces, I watch them being carved on the stone
even though I don't feel a thing, I know I'm not alone
as they chain me in my own design, i feel the cold metal sound
I think i am finally home,there is paradise all around
i can see them watching me, tearing me open after every breath
and all I can dream about is falling asleep,howling at death
in the skeletons strong and weak, a red heart falling apart
in an army of monsters that this evil has bred
kept me inside of me, in all those scars I have kept
in more nights than years I have slept, dreams i have forgotten
every lie must meet its truth and pay its debt
i think they were right, I am indeed rotten
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 255
sins of a lonely heart
aviisevil Aug 2015
save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

in the withering whispers
as a new lore begins to grow and fade
take an oath, a vow that will linger
i still don't remember how i forgot her face
wake me from this lonely dream
of having nothing more before my time
in all those tales heard and seen
I can't make out which one was mine
feed me before I eat myself
and let the rust seep through the doors
we cannot be saved from ourselves
even though, I am not who I was anymore


save me from these lies
no more real than man in the mirror
I see, people staring at the walls
and in their eyes, a glimpse of winter

*in the withering whispers
breathing hollow of the sky
here, take me and slit my veins
let the rain fall, my throat feels dry
so many more hours to feed on
memories that linger beyond and far
in fleeting moments come and gone
you can hear the song of a broken heart
breathe those words to me slowly
strip me of my soul and build me in ash
drown me in my sin, grey and holy
by a phoenix burning to breed black
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 650
men eating trees
aviisevil Aug 2015
savage men with army of teeth
mowing down the ancient life
in all of the curses god has preached
he's the one most wicked and vile
mangled veins chocking a mothers breath
Killing another child in wombs darkness
men eating trees, in lores of plants and death
walking on an old yellow road to nothingness
eating radioactive bites and pieces
in bits and diseases, poisoned veins
pouring an acid on time that bleaches
and reaches, where he's no more again
all those naked skeletons seem the same
only buried hand in hand in cold depths
now who's rich, what weight has a name
after all who died have wept and left


sane don't blow a head off, do they
angles don't cut themselves at birth
generations upon generations lost away
in strangers burning all across the world
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 628
dog bites the dog
aviisevil Aug 2015
as they came and broke the silence
the violence in my red heart raged
not enough blood to avenge and
quench the thirst locked and caged

more than your guilt can harbour
there are always more wars to wage
and you think it must be a dream
so you scream yourself awake

only to have birth in the mirror
a reflection perhaps more than self
words fade into the cold whisper
on the other side, as far no one can tell

only a dream you whisper again
as if monsters pity a forsaken child
counting memories to keep sane
slowly turning poisoned and vile

they break down the walls, as if
nothing had stood there all these years
if they have to take my all, so be it
I've always known more than my tears

i have struggled to wear them masks
painted black and white, grey and sorrow
one-day they'll be here to take me at last
but even now my days feel so hollow

so they say we all bleed the same
tell me, have you ever tasted blood
how can they be more than my blame
when I've never known as they have such

in every drop of ash spilled and combust
burns an ocean of dawn and dusk
in the depths where rotten flesh rusts
breeds the darkness, bones and dust

from there I will find myself again
so deep, even scars won't reach there
and the dead would heed my claim
I will feed, on ones far and dear

a few noises and then morbid silence
silver haze falling through a window
there by the stars in the sky, I see
drops of love falling as cries a widow

I've seen it all before, I have had
enough to make you mad, and trapped
I've known them talk to me, and go back
only a glimpse of hell makes you go black

they can eat me as they would like
i am more than the bones they can break
what do you do to the dog who bites
you bite that dog back than be a slave
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 939
Dead people don't sing
aviisevil Aug 2015
dead men don't sing to the world
no one can hear them against the winds
Their is the land of ash and dust
nobody is awake at the gates to take them in

dead people don't knock on no doors
they don't have our walls to keep them from being freed
it is not true what they say in old lores
they have no souls so that their heart could bleed

silence is not peace, I know you have never wondered
'tis but a disease, old and rotten not breathing anymore

there are places where when one shall go will always wander
even the deceased, who once had ones worth living for

upon the night darkness weaves an hideous potrait
showing a face and keeping stars from fading away
all who are lost can be more than just be in a cage
you wouldn't know how many dead men you've seen today,


take a look in the mirror.
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 334
lost & bred
aviisevil Aug 2015
they **** me in my dreams when I am weak
I keep myself from falling so I never fall asleep
so many monsters, that one ugly scar can breed
no sin more potent than this love can teach

**** me before I turn
wake me before I become
tell me before I burn
will she come if i reach


the tears of rotting angel have forgiven no one yet
I hear strange voices and stranger visions in my head
is it all because I've let myself someday forget
that dead people have never said a word to death


**** me before I turn
wake me before I become
tell me before I burn
will she come if i bleed


I have seen it all become ash and dust before
wish I could just eat myself and build a door
bleed over my guilt, and don't be who I am anymore
leave myself behind, to be now free ever more


**** me before I turn
wake me before I become
tell me before I burn
will she come if i leave
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 502
biting on rusting nails
aviisevil Aug 2015
spiking nails in depth of a coffin
hammer spilling blood on a grave
heads munching on white teeth
master eaten by the ***** slaves
eyes growling in a red pool
skin frowning by the way served
drying on a wire weighing a body
tool on a table mangled and severed
take a bite out of this rotten cage
open the gate and breathe it all in
beat the **** out of that holy sage
for bleeding the world by his sins
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 713
a fools tale
aviisevil Aug 2015
my eyes are falling asleep
somewhere drowning deep
in an endless summer
I hear myself dream
standing by a river
hearing lores and thunder
winds howl of winter
in that silence I hear her scream
and whisper, as she withers
lingering with all I have been
i have known nothing without her
and now I believe what can't be seen
they say I am a fool
but I know better, for I have loved
and I still dream
Notes (optional)
Aug 2015 · 366
paranormal normalcy
aviisevil Aug 2015
green pastures and barren sky
seething on a barrel of wanderlust
of that ugly bird escaping the eye
crying on a broken statue about to rust

tears falling in pieces, keeping names
talking of lost faces and weeping gods
as flames of heaven rises, once again
corpses dying for ages, born and lost

on a broken mountain rests a mute
no words to seed in the valley below
sins of glistening haste to commute
a tree of faith has a bark so hollow

being treaded by the lone thunder
in awe of the wonder it won't behold
as it wanders from one arm to another
a throat slit in search of ash and gold

a white cloth traverse through air
everywhere a blanket of scars unfold
in the dark, you can hear evermore
something more than dreams and cold

sold to pharaoh who demands dowry
in return for an eye, all yours to keep
another tale to make a blind story
hush, the little child have to fall asleep

and the big old man to take its place
in frozen horizon yet to fall and bleed
smoke devouring the fire it once made
the dark awakening one can't teach

nor the forks that line the salt ocean
burning with the vengeance of fallen
running naked to the peak, door broken
Peeling a father's will cursed and stolen

another pretty child consumed by a bird
bones scattered all across the blue sky
there are more lies in this good world
in another ducklings ugly last good-bye
Notes (optional)
Jul 2015 · 319
oblivion
aviisevil Jul 2015
all I have are words
in this world, of hurt and love
In all the ways I am cursed
i still find an ocean above
raining down, ash and dust
every breath, in my every death
from the dawn till dusk
as I bleed to become someone else
losing myself, In the skies I rust
beneath the shadows and stars
in my scars I see it unfurl
another design,
to nurture my ****** hurt
ticking hours tricking my hurt
as I watch another rust
in those broken mirrors
a stranger fades with a touch
Notes (optional)
Jul 2015 · 861
phoenix tears
aviisevil Jul 2015
someday, it will rain
clouds will clear again
one day the sky will have our name
the season will change
and the forest will be green again
river will smile the same
and once again
you and I will be free
the world will forget its pain
with all it ceased to be
in stones lost and gained
words left for us to see
in this sea, a crooked tree
will flower a seed again
and mother a fathers stain
of a sisters guilt to bleed
a pharaoh cloaked in blame
for all those who were gone
and those who came
oh, how we became
each others strain
broken, in all our depth
to fall in love once again
tell me now again,
is all love the same ?
Notes (optional)
Jul 2015 · 429
a loving betrayal
aviisevil Jul 2015
Oh, my sweet love
take a bite out of my heart
consume me now
Give me another scar

every answer is a needle
tearing a hole in my eyes
Powdered glass in the middle
slitting my questions in lies

taking a cue from your book
another clue for an aries demise
oh, my dear take a look
a broken heart never been more wise

spell those names on a platter
by a shattered mirrors calm
keep my tears drawn in the clouds
painted in someone else's arms

so take me before I disappear
layered between hollow and dust
wake me before I can appear
before i dream about you my love

so chain me through the walls
where I can see you fade and cry
I am nothing for I've given you all
but there's not enough fuel to die

find me in the slums down on earth
with dirt you've smeared my home
enough tears can even sink the ocean
what are few words carved on a stone

it takes a while for them to leave
a crowd of faces come and gone
leave me alone before I believe
lore of a terrible queen left alone

pretend I have nothing to forgive
remember what I've said before
chase your light in the sky and live
for I can't keep you from being dead anymore
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Jul 2015
It rained cats and dogs
as I stared at a lions creed
one heart and two arms
and a broken clock to feed
As I slept with angels
dreaming about the scars
every needle that melts
powdered white and cold stars
looking beyond my eyes
in my pretty smile and ugly teeth
he who spoke must have lied
for I see no god come and leave
nor a piper smoking a pipe
burning words and inking tears
i see a shadow play and hide
silently killing all of his peers
my words consume themselves
empty spaces howl hollowness
four walls keep me safe from myself
and a fragile bubble of nothingness

I watch them hurt themselves
by edges of a broken mirrors face
so clearly they see ourselves
before they can draw and fade
and combust before they sing
names and colours they've seen
no master has ever loved a king
In tales of red they have been
I have known them ponder
upon a ocean they cannot drink
in dark depths fall and wonder
walking themselves to the brink
and I see myself holding a crown
they will never know who I am
throne is mine to keep and drown
in crowd of too many I am but a man
cats and dogs will eat each other
before they ever kiss the ground
and there's plenty on this good earth
to make the world move around
monsters won't devour my soul
in the end, my skin is my creed
an old lion can never be whole
i am universe when I fall asleep
Notes (optional)
Jul 2015 · 300
men-folk
aviisevil Jul 2015
I am not her master, she's not my slave
for her to be just mine-
there's no need for her to be in a cage
Notes (optional)
Jul 2015 · 415
alive
aviisevil Jul 2015
I want to be dead
cannot get it out of my head
I'll ******' crack my skull open
slit my throat and throw myself in the ocean
I want to be so dead
man, I am so sad
once you die they say you forget
how beautiful would be that
there's no point in keeping reasons
Pointless laws they have
why not be as free as a season
come again
only to disappear back
into the folds of time
and a plane too steep to walk
I wish I was dead
because the corpses can never talk
I think I feel sick
sick inside my conscience
lungs want what they want
a war between god and science
epic tales to tell
only words and nothing more
heaven and hell
a part of the same lore
of men
never meant to be born
the strain on the universe
another due to pay his own
as he wastes away in madness
a gift too lonely to live
i wish I was rather dead
for I have nothing to give
no face to keep
those tears i bleed
but the eyes teach
death be my question
silence the answer
so I can rest in peace
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 344
as i was falling
aviisevil Jun 2015
I'm falling in to the abyss
won't you come find me again
I'm walking through the mist
will you ever take my name
walls are hanging by a thread
slowly weaving tears in the rain
we've never shared what we bred
now the reasons can't be tamed
more hollow then the night sky
drawing more scars than the stars
black stains covering white lies
while a blade slits open a heart
in half, and broken
the door to you will never open
and every window concealed
every tear lost in the ocean
in depth with the dark and cold
and beneath the surface deep
I'm floating through a lore, old
a vow for each of us to keep
but you never were here
and as long as I can remember
a season dies in november
forgotten, old and lost
and as frozen as december  
freezing even the ashes
and what was left of hollow
another tale for the ages
a history in every morrow
where once was and is
there will be and has been
in the words kept, spoken
a part of the world seen
you were my dream
in many years you have claimed
even though what has been
it'll never come back again
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 514
Broken
aviisevil Jun 2015
it has been a while since I've seen in your eyes,
another spark to **** me.
i know it from your smile how you tell another lie,
enough of your scars to fill me.

i see you falling asleep again and I wonder,
if this will be your last.
in all the beauty you feed I'm still a stranger,
begging back my heart.

your flesh against mine, as you wake in my arms-
I've never been more afraid.
stained sheets and spilled wine, I don't feel warm-
in whispers your love forbade.

i see you staring at me like you can't find a morrow,
passing another night in lies and cold.
you took everything but me and now I'm hollow,
how i see you slowly growing old.

it has been a while since I've heard you cry,
i hope the tears won't burn you within.
i know how your love seeps near and pries
i don't believe what you've turned me in.

hearing you breathe, as another moment grieves in silence-
in words that'll never drown the ocean.
If I could leave, i know my heart would still crave the violence-
in a world that crowns the broken.
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 484
a story of love
aviisevil Jun 2015
I will love you till the end he whispered
and that's when she looked in his eyes
as she touched him he withered
after all his words were her lies

I have no where else to be
she heard him every night
in the cold hearts and warm bodies
only the claws dug deeper and tight

don't let go of me you ******
he heard her moan so softly
as the moans got louder
the silence screamed loudly

she had never been so lonely
as he turned his head away
the look in his eyes
voicing more than words can convey

in her fading dreams he lingers
like he did when they were young
now the distance seems long enough
in how far they have come

only the stares she says
they are enough to make her his again
she knows when he wakes
she can hear him call her name

and he can still make her smile
like he did when they were young
and if nothing else they know
they shared what they've become

i love you more than life he smiled
as she woke in his arms one day
she had never been more beautiful
he knew he loved her more everyday

i love you she whispered silently
for she knew he had no heart
he caressed her ever so softly
there would be a morning in few hours

i love you more than life he said
before he disappeared back into the dark
with all her wishes gone and paid
now she keeps a broken heart
Notes (optional)
aviisevil Jun 2015
Larry says,
That there is no god
Larry is a cool guy
But I think he should give it a little thought,
I don't have a clue about god either
But does that matter ?
I think it does not
I think its about life and death
Larry won't care about the dead
but he's cool
sometimes Larry walks across the street without even turning his head
I mean traffic moves at neck break speeds, there's bound to be a death
sooner or later
but Larry is a badass or so he wants to portray
personally, I don't like crossing roads, **** scares me to death
I use that word a lot for some reason, death
I fear it, I can't seem to take it out of my head
nights and nights spent dreaming about what I'll leave in this world
I won't live forever, I admit
That hurts
but I don't want to be a cinical  man anymore
I don't think I ever wanted that in the first place
but life is weird, things just happen most of the time
and once in a while you come across a mirror and see your face
and scream oh lord, what a pathetic loser and turn your face
it's the ultimate disgrace
but that's not larry
he is too smart for that
we wear masks to hide ourselves
he wears one to free himself
same tools, different meaning
opposite stories but the same ending
almost poetic in nature
Larry was a poet too
a decent one at that
and he reminded me so much about the things I could've had
if only i wasn't dreaming so much
but sleep is so beautiful
how beautiful must be death
if there's a place I want to die
I want it to be in my bed
but Larry would rather
ride a missile to the school
I think that's.........okay
if its a Sunday and nobody is at school, otherwise not cool
But Larry is cool if you can look past that thing that has a chance of happening more remotely then him becoming a super saiyan,
What I am sayin' is
That there is no denying that Larry is at least has an imagination
he loves fantasy and talks in weird languages that honestly looks like he's having a seizure
He does it for leisure
what a geek, right ?
But geeks are cool now, aren't they ?
I mean, rock is dead
that's a blow
people play sports on a couch
okay
wars are boring
big nations attack a smaller nation that then attacks the bigger nation back until the smaller nation is destroyed by a host of other countries that were sold weapons by the big nation that started it, or you know.. they fail
But whatever, there's much good left in this world though the television and the media will have you believe otherwise
Though what is good does not always mean that it is not stupid as ****
It'll make you sick
But it's not harming anyone
only the people who watch it
it clicks
that's all there it is to that
Larry doesn't watch telly no more
he's beyond all that
He watches them when he wants
where he wants, how he wants
the thought haunts me often
That someone somewhere has a faster internet connection
I mean internet is like a thing now, I mean there has already been an inspection
of how awesome this new world is,
It's people and cultures
Free of boundaries and limits
Achieving the impossible everyday
A thing so huge
Even we can't comprehend it
and we made that **** up
( for the already dumb one )
and when I say we,
I mean we as collective species
and not as me and other individuals
but clearly, it's massive
where there's not only okay to be a thief but completely acceptable
I mean that's a spectacle
a mockery of laws of the land that you understand as an adult that thou won't steal from the other man
And they rebel against any management whatsoever
And that's how its supposed to be
So we're fine... I guess
Unless the skynet ?
Larry told me
skynet is already here
Waiting in our computers
Watching us and hearing us
All the ******* time
That means
Someone or something knows about everything of mine
that's just so ******' embarrassing and awkward and scary
But embarrassing and scary.... And it makes one feel ***** about oneself, maybe that's what's the problem is
We no longer get to be ourselves
think about it
When was the last time you said something or wrote something without thinking about it
you can be honest about it but you'll still lie to yourself, you still doubt it
if you really are what you see in the mirror, in the photos
Or through what they say about you
yet world has the many
And you have the few
Larry says he has more friends than he can accept
I find that statement strange at times but I haven't been able to inquire about it
but that's okay, Larry is a cool guy
he does his own business and still wears a tie
I mean, how often do you wear a tie when you don't have to
I think most humans are lazy and that'll be the last thing we'll do
Wear ties while deciding what to buy and what to sell
what to make and what to feed the hell with, oh hell
But they give birth as they gift death
I've seen some videos, I've seen some heads
nuclear families hiding in depths of the dark
destroying the fourth somebody many times apart
But that's just a theory
Less likely then R+L= j
I wish that would happen but if something else happens I would still be glad to have seen the end
I don't want to be lost this time, that would really **** my friend
Larry wouldn't watch the show
Because he thinks its not cool no more
When things like these happen, you know-
Those little small things that you observe sometimes
That reminds you that you are glad to be yourself rather than being another at least one human you know,
Mostly the ones you hate, given they hate you or maybe they don't
It doesn't matter
Or maybe the ones purely evil
Coming to evil
Larry says that every man has good and bad in them
And I've heard that from everybody
But it's something that is harder to teach than learn
You're own on your own, in the middle
While a pack of wolfs bark all around you
Nobody gives a **** anymore
For one thing
This world we have made
I've always wondered,
Is it not a world of distraction
rather than a world of progress
I guess every one is a Larry
Who only ever thinks about himself
But pretends to be kind in person
That doesn't matter
Because what is, it is
I remember a story I once told Larry when I was at an altitude and had a head-ache and could barely sit up or breath up,
That was a real **** up
And I told him, what if a child who never learns that Santa is not real and never assumes anything, grows old and die, never knowing that Santa has never been,
Would it matter
Now that the man shall never be,
With all he has ever seen
Wouldn't it be a lovely dream
To be in a world
Where there's more than death

even without god ?
not a poem ?
Jun 2015 · 8.2k
Dil-e-kurbaan
aviisevil Jun 2015
wo din bhi kya the
jab neend hume sulati thi
sapno ki ek duniya
hume kahin dur le jati thi
wahin pe ab dafan hai
beete dino ki pehchan
mere har kal mai
aur meri har saans
beete dino ki wo duniya
guzre zamane ke wo pal
kahin gum hain wo garmiyan
ab to bus suna hai ye kal
gumshuda hain wo chehre
jinhone hume jeena sikhaya
rakh ** chale wo chehre
jinhe mitna ras aya
me bhi ek chehra ***
anginat ankhon me se ek
is samandar me mera bhi
wo haq hai
chahe lakhon me ek
par wo bolten hain
me to *** hi ek *****
ki ek tuta dil
fir nahi dhadakta hai
wo puchten nahi
in bhari mehfil
is tute dil me-
akhir kya rakha hai
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 393
gods and planets
aviisevil Jun 2015
a floating space man
in the pitch dark
dark cold never ending sea
stretching forever and far
he watches all there is
and there is always more
in every inch of this nothingness
you'll find all there is to know
about your god
and the god that is here
in the silence of the world
naked and rotten
spreading through the stars
old and forgotten
with an ugly mask
and a yellow smile
there goes the space man
in his kingdom at last
a face darker than night
in eyes of a thousand stars
illuminating beyond edges
of the dark cold depths of the sea
all across the universe
would you still won't believe
that the man in the sky
is every man that will be born
and made of all he will see
and of that he won't
space man isn't home
maker never was our father
Blah
Jun 2015 · 346
Pitch black
aviisevil Jun 2015
a december was falling down
from the heavens up high
the lake had fallen asleep
and sand white as the sky

the king stared at his men
only respect in his eyes
they watched him lead them
their only truth in these lies

the road to the dark castle
hadn't been walked in a decade
he remembered that other king
who had done the same mistake

but the time was fading
soon something sinister
shall rise beyond the walls
a fate close and awaiting
in the winters grey whisper
last man will have it all

the forest was now wild
narrow spaces and a lonely face
scattered them in sight
one by one they began to fade

the mist was choking the eyes
as a scream filled the cold air
more screams followed the silence
black blades feasted everywhere

the king fought arm in arm
until the sky began to bleed
a red rain in a white december
awakening the world from sleep

only a moment of screeching metal
and screams and howl of the winds
'tis the last of his holy battles
he sought strength from the old kings

the woods have begun to wither
in red whispers of another shadow
and like so many winters before
a king marches and an army follows

no gods spoke that yesterday
and they haven't been heard since
they say the woods still has the dead
returning men telling stories
that'll make the bravest men cringe

the woods have been there for
nearly a thousand year and more
and beyond the abyss of dark
there stands a land of the lore

but the woods are burning
once dark is slowly turning
all its secrets out in the open
a birth of god burnt and broken

the woods have begun to wither
in red whispers of another shadow
and like so many winters before
a king marches and an army follows
to die for the ever lasting night
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 316
winters roar
aviisevil Jun 2015
he saw them marching,
as the golden rays kissed
a solemn good-bye
he was there still, standing-
in that late winter
when even gods  
seemed to have died
he saw them riding,
with their spears and shiny armour
the silence drowned the noise
and suddenly,
it became calmer
he could hear his mother whispering,
old dreams and a spring  
men behind him screaming
he heard them call a king,
With rugged and torn shields
they made their way forth  
a shadow slowly approaching
and he raised them his sword
a roar through the mountains
for here cometh the lords
into the shiny armour and spears
Into claws of the beast
either way
there'll be a feast
so he stood his ground
as the shadow covered them
in that dark to drown  
they laid on the ground
They laid in pieces
Sleeping for the crown
Nothing remains now
only a howl in a winters breeze
And if you close your eyes
you can still feel them breathe
blood and tears,
Roaring for a thousand years.
Notes (optional)
Jun 2015 · 263
Descent in madness
aviisevil Jun 2015
The familiarity sets in--
And sense's begin to howl
fear is born with-in,
Climate smell's so foul.

Noise begins to whisper,
Something sour in your mouth
And as when the bells chime,
You have no clue what's it about.

Heart-beat grows to a shiver,
despair begins to shout
In-midst of this ensuing sentence,
Ill thoughts start to sprout.

Hand's tremble in illusion,
The vision break's apart--
In a melody of confusion,
Envision of age old-scars.

Thy sweat pours a storm,
A turmoil to touch deep
Time strikes a marking--
Still eye's won't weep.

Finger's feel the skin--
Where comfort won't reach
Shadow cast's an hour,
Which somehow won't leave.

Dust begin to settle--
And the curtains are raised
Spewing numb on every word,
Across every page.

Moment begin to scatter,
In a place light forsake
Silence begin's to creep in--
From where dark was made.

Gloom becomes heavy--
Engulfs everything in haze
Conscience finds a noose,
And makes itself a cage.

Hurt infects every corner,
Balm as pure as dew
All steps lead to temptations--
And they pay their due's.

A puzzle fall in pieces,
Raising a few wall's
Have no clue what it means--
Or where the ghost walks.

My heart in condition,
With precision to be lost--
Heeding no indication,
One key locked inside a box.

Unfurling me a new season--
From seed's that were sowed
Made me some shade,
That always keep me so cold.

Them claws dig in my flesh--
And collect from me my soul
Mesmerised in my winter,
Bathe in asphalt and coal.

Window cease to exist,
Them walls harbor no doors
Mirror paints a stranger--
You are not what you were anymore.

Despair grows a sky,
Pour's me down a sea
Shelter won't stop--
What there is meant to be.

Dead weight drags me down,
Those arms I can't see--
Pills and the powder,
Won't set me free.

My tears bleed blood,
On my heart this loneliness feeds--
From this descent in madness,
No man can be freed.

Entangle self in chains,
When in misery one is bound
When a-top the mighty mountain--
The peak falls down.

A frown turns in dread,
In debt of all that's around
As where the dark is kept--
No man has ever been found.
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Jun 2015 · 320
disappearing
aviisevil Jun 2015
i wouldn't know where to begin, or how to end,
all I have are words, of pain and love to seed.
i am my own master, slave, enemy and friend,
in my hurt, I have more tears than I can bleed.
would you be my friend ?
so I can cry
because I've been withering for a long time
there've been so many lies
and I have forgotten which were mine
there's nothing in coming morrow
yesterdays make my heart sick
and when I do try to remember
i don't have any memory to begin with
everything fades as it is born
burning into ashes
as black as my heart
full of scars
and walls
slowly falling apart
I'm rotting
I am rotten
who the **** am I ?
have I really forgotten?
can someone find me someday
or have I gone too far
i watch the sand in the glass
grain by grain
and hour by hour
waiting for the day to end
so I can be lost
beneath the stars
and not even my shadow
can find me
in this hollow
i can't even see me
all I feel are the tears
and before dawn
they'll too disappear
This world isn't for all of us
Jun 2015 · 336
a dream i once had, i think
aviisevil Jun 2015
faces shifting
shadows lifting
memories withering
by the sight
winds sweeping
the sky weeping
and the lore keeping
me up all night
the howls seeping
while I'm sleeping
as I'm breathing
in all the dark
in a nightmare bleeding
silent reaping
a man seeking
his only heart
fragments make a castle
Jun 2015 · 516
chains and cigarettes
aviisevil Jun 2015
a dark cold sea
spanned the horizon
eyes could see
mountains in the distance
white peaks by the blue
upon a blanket so green
sailing through a nightmare
tearing through the seams
into the dreams
and beyond
far from this place
to another age
in search of morrow
more than eyes can crave
the slave in the cage
can only peer
through a window
more than you can ever count
Jun 2015 · 756
winters wicked face
aviisevil Jun 2015
mister wick had a secret
that was too wicked to be told
master win lived in winter
with a heart so cold
mister wick burned himself
with words bought and sold
many springs have come and gone
win has become old
magician had the sea of seasons
wizard his wizardry
war never warrants a pardon
for a legend legendary
magic for a tragic clock
a cloth for a face to hide
when he killed the winter
his grin was grim and wide
the secret was cold then
words had lost a tongue
the other king was dead and
the heart was still young
another winter to howl for
now that his dear is dead
the lone king wears a crown
on winters wicked head
as snow begins to fall again
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Technology Blues
aviisevil Jun 2015
a mechanical bird
soaring in the empty sky
wearing wooden wings
and a heart of stone
bought words
and the painted lies
withering winds
stealing another home

a skeletal whisper
in the tube it lingers
a possessed skeleton
shivering eyes and fingers
casting shadows
in the deep of a screen
closed eyes
devoid of any dreams

a barren corpse
wandering the shelves
eyeing the stranger
for what he sells
a gram of comfort
for a grain of soul
one mechanical tale
to consume us whole

a dying worm
rotting in the cage
mechanical arms
spilling ink on a page
a name and a tag
for morrow to keep
tears in empty bottles
'cause metal can't weep
an observation of the renovation
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moonshine
aviisevil Jun 2015
In whispers of darkness
as it darkens the sleep
Darkening thunder
darkened as it bleeds
in mystic of darkness
Another hour fades away
disappearing in faces
lost since ages
in yesterday
mourning softly
hidden from sight in
dark alleys and
darker nights
darkest without
the moonlight
that is tonight
dancing through the sky
from the slivery haze
in scars of the night
there is another cage
mister moon has a face
albeit a sad one
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