DFC 2011 - 5, Lai Nouveau by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 2011 - 5, Lai Nouveau
The night's masquerade,
The music still played
Through this
The bone-chilling gaze,
The eyes that displayed
No bliss
The flash like the blade,
The lights worn and frayed
The curtain's brocade,
The way they cascade
And kiss
In night's breezy shade
The deadly nightshade
On lips
The music still played
The night's masquerade
DFC 2011 - 4, Glosa by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 2011 - 4, Glosa
Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting farther every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no-one else
Life, it seems, will fade away,
Nothing you can do or say
Will help me feel what can't be true;
You can't stop what I have to do.
Drifting farther every day,
Colours blur and fade to grey.
What is left? An empty shell;
What awaits me? Time will tell.
Getting lost within myself,
Dust still sits on every shelf,
Lie in bed through all my days,
Staring forward, an empty gaze.
Nothing matters, no-one else,
In my mind I hear the bells,
Tolling, tolling as I sleep,
And into darkness further creep.
DFC 2011 - 3, Rispetto by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 2011 - 3, Rispetto
And so begins my great downfall;
These walls of chaos circle me,
Surrounding, closing in my soul,
And you will never set me free.
There's no way out; I'm dead to you,
Tomorrow you'll forget me, too.
So leave me here, but don't forget,
Deliverance is coming yet.
DFC 2011 - 2, Kyrielle by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 2011 - 2, Kyrielle
O mother god, we hold the blade,
We serve you through this dim crusade.
We are your sons and daughters true;
Have mercy, lord; we live for you.
We toast the night's magnificence
And give our lives in her defence.
We are your children, through and through:
Have mercy, lord, for we serve you.
In midnight skies we rise again,
Your servants black, your hordes of Cain.
We search for life in red and blue;
Have mercy, lord, for we serve you.
We keep the Bible in our hearts
O father war, we never part.
Our way of life is born anew;
Have mercy, lord, for we serve you.
The human wine is on our lips;
The incense at our fingertips.
Our
DFC 2011 - 1, alliterisen by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 2011 - 1, alliterisen
Rusty writings, tapping tales,
Typing, trying to recover, write
Something simple 'tis true;
Harried head, my fingers fleeting,
I invest my mind
To tricky lines. Write, rewrite;
Hope for help to find my form.
DFC 09 - One, Two, Three, Four by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 09 - One, Two, Three, Four
We're counting down the time to go
Before the day on which we stand
For hours long to watch the show,
To scream, to shove, to watch the band.
We stand before the soundchecked stage;
We're counting down the time to go
Before the music can engage
And reap the energy that's sown.
The time arrives at last - and so,
Amid the screams, insanity,
We're counting down the time to go
To end enforced brutality.
At last it's over - satisfied
For now we leave, but always know
The next one looms. There's days to bide;
We're counting down the time to go.
DFC 09 - Beneath the Skin by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 09 - Beneath the Skin
A landscape perfect lies beneath your skin,
A beauty you could never think to see
In just yourself - you can't believe it's true,
The fairest beauty comes from deep within.
The teeth that show when two lips part to grin,
The tan lines on your arms, your pefect hair -
Yet you refuse to see that I believe
A landscape perfect lies beneath your skin.
And while you're awkward, lanky, tall and thin,
I care not, for I long to trace the veins
That twist and roadmap, line your ribs with lips -
The fairest beauty comes from deep within.
A landscape perfect lies beneath your skin,
And in your heart. I wish that you could see
The fairest be
Within his corner, all alone,
His soul eats from within.
The window shines the light of home;
It itches in his skin.
He sees the light of gleaming night,
A fearful, bold, enpowering sight.
He sees the light,
He sees the light,
And knows the time has come to fight.
The moon, she shines, a perfect ball,
A softly shimmering sphere.
He shuts his ears against the call,
Pretends he cannot hear.
He feels the rage in him engage;
His body's now his only cage.
He feels the rage,
He feels the rage -
It eats him blank, an empty page.
He loves and fears and loathes these nights
For reasons never known -
He kn
DFC 09 - Love Autopsy by XburiedinblackX, literature
Literature
DFC 09 - Love Autopsy
The knife blade glimmers in fluorescent light,
A silver slice of steel so silent cold,
And hisses through the air of autumn night
Before the night's begun to turn to gold
And severs life - without a chance to fight,
Two lovers lie, and never to grow old.
She was his love, had been from days of old,
His own, his candle in the swallowed light -
With roses, diamonds, cherished rings of gold,
He made her his. He held her through the night,
He gave her warmth when summer turned to cold -
Yet all can change with just one fatal fight.
It was a silly thing - some petty fight
That's troubled lovers since the times of old,
But still enoug