Wonderland - The Bleak Rebellion. Our first original song.
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Videos…
are currently uploading… shall be posted shortly…
Today…
My band and I will be posting a couple
recordings of us and our progress. We have decided on the name, The Bleak Rebellion. We look forward to your comments. Expect the posts around nine tonight.
This is myself and my band and our first song, Wonderland. I had posted earlier lyrics awhile back but now this is our close to final version. I will be posting another video in a few days once I actually obtain a mic amp so that the vocals are more clear but I figured I’d post this one anyhow.
Syndrome
Across the smoldering coal of sadism her heart burned asunder.
Cold flesh deliquescing beneath a fell intended grasp of pleasure.
Brittle bones smothered with subtle fierce frailty on the verge,
of bursting from human form to elegant fragments of vitreous glass.
Where upon a ruthless glance the mortal condition would pass.
Eclipsed within an awareness of all these tiny pulchritudes unseen.
Her vile captor, with soul of miserly greed, tastes of her averse lips;
as they hesitantly entwine with his own with protest seeking desire.
Pursing her master’s masochistic affection in his flavor’s retreat.
His clutch takes her waist in mad restraint forcing her figure to his.
Where once more a savory kiss disrobes their glowing bodies;
forsaking all but potent passion present purely in their quivering caress.
Alas this foul abomination of callous & foul ancestry claims her life;
while her will diminishes wound by her trembling legs bound around his back.
‘Tis in this preposterous act liberating her volition the pact is signed,
in blood; in tears; in merciless years that their lives are now intact.
Love of the most mysterious breed found between this prisoner and beast;
yet so rare could an eternity of such vehement endearment ever be seen.
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Limbo
Dwelling within sable stygian crypt the infant being slumbers.
A hollow cellar where no nova of celestial shine regards.
From its hemorrhaged confines oblivion seeps ubiquitously.
Terra firma null of creation rather the breeding of desolation.
Sheltered in its cavernous abyss the wounded beast grieves.
Fancying his dark lair before the soft hissing glow at its mouth.
Petrified of the brilliant effulgence in favor of its fugue.
The suckling creature coils afraid to behold the glister.
Only the gloaming cave where centuries domiciled,
hath offered refuge to tend to his exuding displeasure.
Nevermore begetting offspring nor conscious of its own progenitors.
Alas in immortal forbearing sleep shall the savage endure.
Engulfed by its own veiled silhouette far from glimmering starlight.
Maybe When
Ethereal mana ever-pure to your delicate notion,
flourishes within this liberated cell now unlatched.
Transcending from mire to a thriving prosperity;
as the desperate bud aches for wondrous blossom.
Where once naked clay slept lamented and bare,
now in tranquil repose transmuted by your essence.
Inside your gentle caress this argillaceous frame,
deftly molds between your tender fingers.
With devoted seize my newly shaped hands,
take-up your elegant figure in their gallant grasp.
Where inside their succor construct this valiant heart,
shall cherish and adore your precious desires,
and hold you blissfully nigh to empyrean nirvana.
Zephyr
When I’m near you my heart races as if I lack the air to breathe.
Few times in our lives can the air be taken from our lungs.
Yet, like the wind, it will pass on by unbridled by our demands.
Alas I’m holding my breath; I do not want this to exhale into the wind.
If you want me, come get me, before we were merely a gentle breeze.
Hysteria
Minutes trickle into centuries of vanquish.
‘Till each second transcends from design,
to ashen despondence of dreams slain.
Oh hour of affliction shall you not read,
of your epilogue in an instant near?
For my overwrought pacing hath left,
the carpet bare of its once joyful visage.
As I have began to sermonize the epitaph,
that speaks of an epoch where time perished;
and I was abandoned to dwell within abeyance.
Mad Myriad
Honey to the hive of my cravings,
you’ve rattled the immure nest.
Now the swarm hath evolved a taste,
for the sweetness of your essence.
