Current Residence: The Gray Garden Favourite genre of music: Dark,Metal,Middle Eastern,Ethereal,Dark Electro,Medieval,Violin Favourite style of art: photorealism,realism,surrealism,dark art Personal Quote: Non ti curar di lor ma guarda e passa..
Favourite Visual Artist
Caravaggio
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
the sins of thy beloved,miranda sex garden,dead can dance,gothica,lacuna coil,azam ali,irfan,etc...
Favourite Writers
Shelley,Kafka
Favourite Games
Erasing Reality
Tools of the Trade
Frozen memories,distortions of the mind,visions I want to keep for Eternity.
†
Out of the ashes you made of her
she will rise once more
wingless and stronger
when she falls.
Out of the tears you ripped away,
a purified fluid
to foment the untamed Thirst.
†
A web was woven.
With elegance far from spidery;
that web has now become a Rosary,
for her to crumble and consume
when the Plague turns a deeper shade of Scarlet.
†
You have painted upon her canvas,
the brush mastery left
to your laws and judgement,
but the colours will be obfuscated
so that you may never recognize your work
again.
She chose a grave:
the one you sculpted
with hands,and years..
and now she's offering all her
"Show me the angels.." he prayed.
"They are no more.",she whispered.
"All angels are sleeping underground."
..and she closed her eyes,beholding a memory
of stone melting in the wind
..as seen from a Place closer to the sky,
everything invisible
the all-covering Blue
alters into fire
as the faint candle reveals
the host of Archangels
,hiding behind
the mouldy white arc
still on that ground in pieces
..what the oracle thought
.slowly walking towards
that swinging hand
never blinking,eyes wide open..
staring at the lifeless skin,
only lightning could show
for a second
for an instant of artificial day
..without equal
A bloodless hand,still moving
ready to
reach out
and
choke her.