Oblivion...

Many names I have been addressed, but just one I obey, Chaos, My name, what is my name? Well it doesn't really matter at all, for I am just a shade of a dying afternoon sun, I was, I am, and I will be, despite my deep desire of stopping being, I am, and I will keep on being, for there is no scape for beings like me, once I was told, "Creatures like thee still crawling on earth? Thou shalt be death" and mayhaps that is truth, I shall exist no more, for no desires lay into my heart, for there is no more flame to fuel my inner machinery, I am into the limbonic labyrinth of desperation and solitude, my names? Again? want'st thou to know my names? It is easy, just take a look into thy inner reflection, there thou shalt find the answer to this question, for Many Names I have been addressed, but Just one I obey, CHAOS, I am beyond chaos and I Am chaos myself, I don't understand me, and my universe, mayhaps I am in the threshold of insanity, crossing it in and out at the same time, mayhaps my names have driven me into the paths of crazy desires, mayhaps...

I am not sure, for Many Names I have been addressed, But One I just obey, and now, I don't remember it, for, I am lost, in front of the water mirror of desperation, I am wandering into meadows of bleak dimness, covered by shades of green, blinded by lights of weak luminicense, walking down rainbows of grey and .... No more, this is just wasted time, I shall no write, for there is no solution, only complains, only complains, I have been defeated by my hand, and I don't want to go beyond my dark, I am many names and one, and one and many names, I have wandered this lands before human kind, I Am, but I don't want to be, I don't want this I AM any longer...

Many Names I have been Addressed, but now I don't remember them for I rather abandoned all of them into the shielded past of my uncertainty, I want to release myself and flee into the night into the qlipphotic tunnel, beyond Sitra Ahra, beyond everything, and finally meet the hollowness and oblivion, for mayhaps that will be my name at the end Oblivion, Oblivion and Oblivion, I WAS, I AM, I WILL BE, Oblivion, dust into dust, the death's demise, the end of the Beginning, and the Beginning of the End, I am Just me, many names I am, but none I obey now, for I am now OBLIVION...

Another Day In Hell...

At the end of another day in hell, I wonder and wander, lost into interrogative stanzas of dismal sense, listening to echoes from beyond, like euphonies made by fallen Angels, melodies of sweet cacophony, pure symphonies, At the End of another day in hell, my thoughts flee from me, and abandon my existence, for not even myself stand sharing the room with me, the darkness and forlorn dreams make a dance of sublime grace into the lake of my sorrow, like black crows taking fly into the inmensity of night... And Again I Am here, alone, wandering into the shadows path, wondering and wondering, but no answer come to me, for I evoid them, only the music from beyond is the real shelter, the protection from my own hand, for demise can come unto me by my hand, At the end of another eternity in hell, I just lay on the ground naked before the eyes of fiendshly companions, Alone, surrounded by decay and demise, Alone at the edge of a cliff of fear, waiting for the wind to either take me away or push me into the oblivion, but I shall say I rather oblivion than being taken away, there is no redemption, there is no salvation, for my doom is in me, for I am my own Doom, because I am the creator and prosecutor of my own, and At the end of another day in hell, I am just here standing alone, coiling into foetous mud of tears, coiling into my wrath, I am just here standing alone, for I am alone for now and ever...

Reflejo

Y, vi tal terrible horror, abominación sin nombre

Y, mire profundamente en tal pútrida y oscura imagen

Efigie de peculiar repugnancia, con oscuros ojos de sangre viva,

oscura piel como la noche, semblanza oscura con caracteres mas allá de lo humano.

Y de repente lo vi, vi tal enfermiza y pútrido espectro de abismos mas

allá de toda pesadilla, para mi horror, O pobre de mi!

Este horror venia cada vez que pensaba en aquella imagen,

solo la muerte podría liberarme, por que la mera mirada

dentro de tales ojos espectrales podría congelar cualquier

deseo fervoroso.

ni tan solo la palidez enfermiza de la luna podría opacar tal imagen de mi mente

y, vi tal horrible y sin nombre horror ante mi,

mi propio reflejo, la imagen de mi efigie espectral.