I removed everything that was unnecessary.

Comments are welcome.


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With your forehead touching the glass
You ask me
How the dead body of a child should be contained
And when you turn around
I think she buttoned her coat wrong
It was cold today




Empty

She drains me
Of everything

Leaves me

Grey
Silhouette
In the light

Angels in the snow
Is her signature




Closeness

My radius
Is an arms length

I think my thoughts

Within




Silence

To suddenly realise
That something is missing

The ticking of clocks
The singing of birds

The rythem of your breath

Even though you showed me then over MSN, I will still say, those are some wonderful poems, Gehen. :B Their short, but nice. But you still should've called the first one what I said. ;-;

*Gives him a sticker* :B

They're wonderful. Especially that Silence one. It reminds of this dilemma I'm going through.

Back again with one new short poem and an attempt at writing lyrics. It's ment for black metal so no one hears what you sing/growl/scream anyway :p



Expression


What you read
Between the lines

Is written in you face
You want sound
To test you

I close my eyes






Dressed in the colours of the night


From the tounges of men
Words went
Of Midnight's woe
Peaceful no more

A dirge did rise to starlit sky
From the loneliness of night
They feared deah was nigh
Awakened its majesty of old

Nights did pass when men claimed they saw
No light does he split
No shadow does he casts
Yet darker shadow there had never been
Howling at God in splendour infernal

Herald of death, he hunted the land
From east to west, men disappeared
On whom the moon shines, darkness binds
The creature of the Abyss
Eternal is his curse

Bestowed a gift from the One below
By Magick to life he was bound
No more to God a slave
At night he treads his hollow grave