Strain of old sights like a blade through my arms
invisible wounds but real tears
I\u2019m not calling for sadness
it comes by itself
Moonlight at night reminds me about Death
My desire of happiness only She can fulfil<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Non tempusvulneresanat<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Purple so beauteous and lusty
but how far from my eyes
What a shame I\u2019m exhausted of mournful life
I\u2019m wandering through darkrose path
since I betrayed a bane of illusion
Only hatred can brisk my dark heart now<\/p>\n\n\n\n
~Pagru<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2018Jag \u00e4rinteenm\u00e4nniska. Det h\u00e4r\u00e4r bara endr\u00f6m, ochsnartvaknar jag.\u2019 ~ Per Ohlin<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n PULVIS ET UMBRA SUMUS<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Moony lucidness bewitched Your eyes IN ABSENTIA LUCIS, TENEBRAE VINCUNT<\/p>\n\n\n\n Supposed to see dawn of descent earlier LUX ET VERITAS EX TENEBRIS<\/p>\n\n\n\n Since assuagement and revelation came Remember Dead ~ Pagru<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" While downpour… Strain of old sights like a blade through my armsinvisible wounds but real tearsI\u2019m not calling for sadnessit comes by itselfMoonlight at night reminds me about DeathMy desire of happiness only She can fulfil Non tempusvulneresanat Purple so beauteous and lustybut how far from my eyesWhat a shame [\u2026] <\/p>\n
\u2018I am not a human being. This is just a dream, and soon I will wake\u2019<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
That was the beginning of Your demise
You saw the Death himself
Then You mulishly sought it to fulfil yourself
Mournful spring dawn and seriousness in my heart
Everytime! When I\u2019m thinking about your depart
There wasn\u2019t and won\u2019t be chance to say hi and bye
You\u2019d chosen the path to die
Blood, Body, Brain what an unforgettable sight
whenever I recall I see the end of YourMight
Among my woe I found You
Your power can be knew by only few
Voice full of harmony said \u2018Live on\u2019
Even if you leave this world you didn\u2019t gone<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But thought by vision like many
Sensibleness only in sorrow then and even now
Because The Sooth is always there
Disheartenment and falling tears
Sheer malice barefacedly unto person
Idleness derive from a dread
Everything inside was literally dead<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greyness and miserableness gone
Now gold in heart and mind
Which run the afflatus through rotting hands
Old screams and sights will forever stay
Scourge till last breath, fine
In the meatbag crawling maggots
I\u2019m decaying while breathing
But You accompanying me
I\u2019ve entered into the depths of rebirth<\/p>\n\n\n\n
May You find Your path to The Freezing Moon<\/p>\n\n\n\n