It's points are five, deeply rooted in my mind Clairvoyant I felt but one single mask hid all the faces One light cast all the shadows The picture remains incom...

In the darkest light performs The enchanting choir of shadows Bleeding it's madness into me Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole Just broken gl...

The existence set a gun to it's temple And waited for someone to pull the trigger Tired shivering flame yearns away from the path This is nowhere leading and fr...

I'm the painter of human sorrows Creator of illusion you call life In my studio of higher arts I create masterpieces, one after one Yet there's nothing quite li...

Is it always dark or am I just blind to light? Is it always cold or has my circulation stalled? My eyes are mere the eyes of a man My soul is cursed, my kind I'...

She wears a willow under winter's funereal burden Embosomed in cold and lightless chamber Washes her face with her own tainted blood Chalice of Ambrosian wine i...

Tonight the city is filled with a hollow song It's echoes fill my yearning soul With bitter mourning Cold and lonely I'm on my knees again What's new? Welcome ...