lyrical biblical

the minute the world began to be created god got tired and decided to leave it all behind as the debris entered a manic state. a once well thought idea of a perfect place now seemed nothing more than erratic behavior of the one that had the time to manufacture such poisonous and evil way of conduct. the universe was shattered and it hadn't even begun. darkness took over when light was very scarce. hope was already lost before humans even existed. and hearts were never broken since love never manifested. in his immaculate and dellusional mind no wrong was ever committed, "life itself can wait a few more days as i put myself together and think of yet another way of destroying what i so beautifully started", god said. no wonder he got tired as soon as he started his "master plan", the vile son of a bitch just wanted us to hurt like we did then. funny how the first emotion i saw in this apocalyptic simulation was anger, who would've thought that...

when i look into your eyes i can see the thirst and the desire to be ridiculed and submitted to the superior forces of lust and craziness. i can feel your calling for the sweet penetration of the soul as the liquid of the fountain of youth pours into your body and you moan like the bitch you've always wanted to be. the screams echo through the forests of somber thoughts and hidden wishes inside that beautiful and disgusting mind of yours that is so eager to be bossed around like a slave without its own free will. and then the pleasure consumes you and you start to rave about all of the things you want to do and all of the ways you want to be hurt by me. your lips have the colour of a freshly picked cherry waiting impatiently to be bitten and ripped off of its still untouched virginity and like the devote lover i am i fail to resist your charming beauty and succumb to the prison that i created. your hair is the first thing i wanna take hold off so i can pull it hard and...

and the teardrops keep falling off of my eyes while the sound inside my head keeps yelling and howling and the people around me keep laughing and walking while the stars start to unite for an explosion to happen to utterly destroy me. the day i was born was the day i started dying, the unforeseen disaster was already a certain catastrophe as the skies turned black and grey and nature cried until the ears of the deaf went dull and started bleeding. until this day i do not know why the world was so angry at me, i was still a soul in the making and my doom was already traced by all of the horrors of simply being alive. there i was, helpless and miserable, disgraced and lifeless, ready to be corrupted by all of the things that expected me to fail, i wish i wasn't born at all, i wish i had the chance to choose, i wish i didn't have to kill myself, i wish i could've escaped destiny without a bruise. but all of these wishes are meaningless and ridiculous, there...

enquanto caminho pelas trevas do universo labiríntico a que chamo alma tropeço e caio e sangro desespero. o medo e a confusão reinam nesta fonte inesgotável do mal e à medida que me levanto vejo o Terror num enigmático pedestal. mas quem será que o pôs ali? quem foi não sei, quem foi não vi. continuo a caminhar a chorar e a desesperar, procuro a saída deste pesadelo labiríntico mas tudo aquilo que encontro são fantasmas de memórias passadas, esgotadas e pesadas, risonhas e macabras. já nem sei há quanto tempo estou aqui, talvez este seja o sítio onde sempre vivi. as paredes são íngremes e obscuras, metem medo, mas não cedo. maldita a hora em que a minha alma se pronunciou, cedo me acordou e logo me chamou. agora estou aqui preso, preso no meu próprio ser. mas que ridícula e estúpida forma de viver, se ao menos eu tivesse algo que fazer... já nem faço sentido naquilo que digo... a angústia é tanta, será isto um castigo? oh, que pobre sofrido! sinto que estou f...

eu grito, berro, falo alto e espero. eu corro, alcanço, falo alto e avanço. sou ícaro dos céus, eu bem voo e tento romper os véus. mas caio e fico enfraquecido, levanto-me novamente, o meu destino não está esquecido. sou ícaro dos céus, sonho alto e tento transcender-me. ignoro os treze velhos réus, quem são eles para tentar ofender-me? eu sou aquele que não desiste, o que assiste, persiste, mas que tem a alma triste. eu sou divino e domino a maluquice do Seu ensino... assassino! sou luz eterna e escuridão que espreita. sou fogo ardente e lágrimas de colheita. sou o sol imortal e a lua suspeita. sou as estrelas que brilham e a explosão perfeita. sou um tumulto interno, ser do mais quente inferno. sou o desespero mais fraterno, a perdição do eterno. talvez seja um nada, talvez seja um tudo. talvez um escumalha, talvez um sortudo. talvez o que seja nada interessa e nada sobeja. talvez aquilo que não sou seja aquilo que sou: tudo. ou, mais concretamente, nad...

say. say just what you want. take me and command my soul with full disdain. open me and carve, carve just what you want, say to me again, "i want your heart to faint". use me and abuse of my emotions, please! take just what you want, i beg of you, i can't! i can't be without your lies and all the crowds watching me as i bleed, as i cry and get fed. please just say my name, fuck me and just stay, stay one more time, destroy me with that smile. take just what you crave, make me your damn slave, say just what you want, i need you so i can be saved. scream and beat me up, i just fucking suck. say just what you want, just treat me like your pup. i feel like a brand new person. used and abused one more time. you say to me "you're mine", "shut the hell up you'll survive". i feel like a brand new person. ready to beg to the stars, "stay with me or i will die". "i'm just here to make you cr...

and i try, i swear i try to leave this world behind me, i'm so tired of even the notion of keeping up and waking up and doing something that requires more than a muscle. i swear i beg everyday to god or whatever is up there watching me suffer to please get me away from this cicle of disappointment and illusion and sadness and fear, i ask everyone but no one seems to be able to fulfill this death wish of mine, this desire to vanish that haunts me in my dreams or when i'm wide awake, it doesn't ever go away, it doesn't ever fade. and it's when i'm most vulnerable that i scream the most, that i cry the most, that i shout to the fucking grey and monotonous skies to please let a thunder upon me so my heart can be electrified and my soul can be invaded by light, but it's so dark right now that it wouldn't probably put up a fight. you know the one thing that momentarily lets me get away from the world? you. it's those 2 minutes i spend with yo...