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| Anivanity | Aug 28 2008, 05:56 PM Post #1 |
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Alright, I'm making this topic to showcase the songs I write. Comments and suggestions are most appreciated. Also, if you would like to post any lyrics you've written, please don't hesitate to do so. I'd love to read anything you've written. Alright this first song was actually my first attempt at serious songwriting. This is not the final format of the song, just the creative poetic version. Also, these lyrics are anti-religious. Sorry if that offends anyone <_</ King of the pearls. White is just a shade, only a shadow. Their travesty, their blindfold. An overglorified tome of lies. Set it aflame. I'll watch the ashes rise. Blackness now replaces their once pure skies. Sanguine skies. I searched for a sign. Im searching for you. Hear my cries. I scream for you. Reveal thine self and strike me down. False. Travesty wields no sword. I search no more, I fear no more, I beleive no more. Nihil. Questions/Comments would be so much appreciated! |
| I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath Himself. Watch it rise. Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove. Melt in yellow as I do. Exhaustion and mother of tribulation. Wound by wound, I torture myself. Wound by wound, I will persevere. Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and the anchor of my being. What we've known turns to paper. We we've known is like cigarettes. Formaldehyde fingers. | |
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| Anivanity | Aug 28 2008, 06:08 PM Post #2 |
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This next song is quite a bit longer. I think it captures a lot more of my deepest emotions as well. It's partially based on my feelings about my own past. Here it is: Three words you speak to me. Chills run down my spine. The same spine you've stabbed so many times before. You rend my heart. Blood comes rushing out. You gore my heart. The blood comes pouring out. Yet I always come crawling back to you. Slithering cyanide. 100 writhing legs. Can you smell the almonds in the air? It's bitter death, my dear. You wet your lips and lean in. Disgust. I turn away. Hatred. I bite my lips. They bleed. These scars I cannot hide, your gifts to me. In consuming the millipede, I find great releif. This gut wrenching plague has nearly passed. I wipe the blood from my mouth and return to you. A kiss. One final, fatal kiss. Slithering cyanide. 100 legs crawling down your throat, my gifts to you, love. Slithering cyanide rampages through your system. Death. Silence. Remorse. Regret streams down my face. I touch my lips to your own. Slithering cyanide. We've collapsed in each other's arms, though you'll never know it. Three words will never be the same again. Consuming the millipede. Questions/Comments would be so much appreciated! |
| I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath Himself. Watch it rise. Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove. Melt in yellow as I do. Exhaustion and mother of tribulation. Wound by wound, I torture myself. Wound by wound, I will persevere. Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and the anchor of my being. What we've known turns to paper. We we've known is like cigarettes. Formaldehyde fingers. | |
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| Helistral Diakos | Aug 29 2008, 06:40 PM Post #3 |
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Wow, you have alot of emo-ness inside of you...Though I guess that song is nice. One thing I don't understand is why the male character of the lyric would kill a girl for saying the three words. I don't get it, personally I would gratefully except that from a girl(and frequently do nowadays). Hmm, maybe you're using a different three words(but probably not). |
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| Anivanity | Sep 16 2008, 03:20 PM Post #4 |
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She says "I love you." It's complicated... I guess you kinda gotta know me and the relationships I've had.. |
| I would like to burn this down. I would like to see it melt in yellow and observe a cloud of blackness rise. Watch it rise as it is wrath Himself. Watch it rise. Crows will flee the scene as if to remind me how long it's been since I have seen a dove. Melt in yellow as I do. Exhaustion and mother of tribulation. Wound by wound, I torture myself. Wound by wound, I will persevere. Whiteness, present yourself, as I know you are the sky and the anchor of my being. What we've known turns to paper. We we've known is like cigarettes. Formaldehyde fingers. | |
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| Helistral Diakos | Sep 19 2008, 05:54 PM Post #5 |
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Well, Ani, I would love to get to know you(not in the creepy, stalkery way) as I'm a very curious person. Almost as curious as a kitty-kat. ![]() And if you say that as in meaning you've had bad relationships, I'm sorry. If not, then...well, I can't really think of much right now, my brain is emotionally drained from school. >_< |
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