RANDOM STOOPID CREEPY THOUGHTS

i dunno,but these days whenever i travel alone(almost always)i keep getting these wierd thoughts in my mind and i see to it that i jot them down...

so right now im in the bus,and here's some randomisation from my side...

Life is sometimes filled with trebadours of subconscious innerdimensional being...It has joyous meanings,soundless and yet too loud for ears,free of music and yet full of harmony...

Some angels say to hear this song truly,one must leave heaven...never to return,but,to return home one must sing this song without knowing that it is THIS song that whill guide you onto the path of oblivionic illumination.

Pushing this riddle out of my mind,a riddle that I fathom I  will never be able to disascertain without knowing its true meaning.For this the contorted universe will be shred by the fierce claws of its own thunderous and revenous hands.I hath no blue gaza that can render someone motionless,I hath no sword of Mayhem that can create infernal wrath with brute force in the innermost soul of a being.

Celestials,I wonder,whether they are subservients to the creatures of the earth-it is a traversity of creation.Such humiliation of human servitude is chastising in itself...

CRUSHING SOME AND ELATING OTHERS

Crush some and elate others with a sense of purpose.Lest my debate be misconstrued as a vote in its favour,in my favour.Visual harmony can never resonate with my spirit.I have to look away from myself to escape the blackened allure.My song has died a painful death.What had once been undulant cascading song of my existence and wonder is now careened in strident and petulant debate.Heaven itself seems to be transformed by the lack of general consensus among its celestial inhabitants.I feel my heart is on the verge of true upheavel,something that I cannot ignore,something that i cannot resolve.I feel as if the universal fabric of time and space has rendered my dimensional physicality into nothingness.

I sometimes wonder how i live,I have a gutteral instinct that tells me about a ferocious  shower of whiteness will burst in my soul,disintegrating me,distorting me and eventually making me pure.Life seems like a spiralling tornado of silver flames that engulf me now and then into a space of nothingness.There is a feverish choir of wailing voices loosened by a clamour of piteous pleading sobs of my own that keep on humming mercilessly in my heart.

I let out a houl of despair in the language of thunder,a cry to heaven that resonates through the vast stellar reaches of the universe.Yet i am unheared,my wail is answered by no-one but the gust of wind that blows through my empty soul...

the angel of darkness

what hath thou wrougth for thyself,

pain and nothing else for thee,

because she's an angel,

descended from heaven,

but let me warn thee,

not for yee.

thy bringeth bountiful of pain and sorrow,

as if there hath no tomorrow,

looking forward at destiny and faith,

invoking and evading the jaws of death.

looking up at the sky,

expecting a ray of hope,

begging for mercy,

and an opportunity to grope.

is there no masochistic love,

left in thy world,

that thyself can cherish,

and nurture and grow.

or is it better,

to hav the gothic nightmares,

that turn everyone as white as snow.

ive got questions unanswered,

and truths untold.

which lie untouched,

beneath all the lie,blood and gore.

has thy angelic hatred crawled within me,

killing me slowly and achingly...

shoving the nails of darkness,

deep into my veins,

and ending my destiny,

with a smile on thy face.