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An Eternity of Empty BlacknessI lay on the pavement, and listen to the screeches of ceasing of engines. My organs are shutting down methodically. What is left is leaving me. You would not guess that there is a terrible sound to death, of ghost frequencies manifested in the fading earth, which is fading fast indeed. I could drown in my own bubbling blood that is strewn about me, I feel nothing, totally helpless. The demon of noise roars in my ears, the sound of a trillion terminations before me, more deafening then the chattering of any extraterrestrial angel. Im more frightened then ever before nearing the completely unknown wonder that is death. The realms stAn Eternity of Empty Blackness


Awakening to a Hopeless BeingThe alarm wrung out, echoing off cold crumbling walls. From nightmares I awake, to the dawnings cold embrace. Cold sweat clings to my body like dirt from nights before.Awakening to a Hopeless Being
I will be dead
My home is in utter silence after I put an end to the cries of a timekeeper, Its numbers changing, possessed by some unknown authority. Sad blue light graces the filthy inside of my spirit, through a curtain-less window.
Im drowsy eternally, even as I doze away the horrors of my existence. Often to escape from those celestial beings who wonder my hallway all the pitch dark night. They move in a cloud of go
| I'm Bassist of Psychic Horns, and sole member of SARGAGANTAS my black noise side project. Black metal is basically my whole life. I've played guitar for 2-3 years, and bass for about one. I have a rabid hate for the tricks and systems I see out there that take people over, and suck people in. I'm not afraid to tell you outright that abstinence based religion is built on fear, and often human lives. I do not believe in attaching guilt to things where guilt is not naturally attached. You have to be wise to see those traps, and wiser to disarm them. I'm a firm believer in indulgence, but against acts that are not indulgent, but compulsion. |
-Nikie Decay
-Nikie Decay
a passion brew;
the violence of his charm,
steadily grew.
speak to me,
to calm your hands,
mutalating my face,
suffering commands.
-ND
-ND
Roy and everyone
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I represent a group called the Outlands Community USA. We live with our fears diminishing every day in the unobstructed universe. Ask me about it!
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