Build the passage way through the art
A sombre decay, a collection of mind
A collection of mind
Once life fades to shapeless
As a light
Through this path of pureness
Now I rise
Death-Like trance, pure freedom
I shall seek
From the inner, the outer, I shall reach
Suksma Sharira
Born in black, within
Death is white, within
Creep is bright consciousness without mind
A sombre delight, a repulsion of mind
A repulsion of mind
Once life fades to shapeless
As a light
Earthly lies and sadness
I deny Gorguts, the Art of Sombre Estacy
Devious Comments
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"Not all those who wander are lost." ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
I wonder if other artistic people feel misunderstood?
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But different people have different tastes, and different little things set other people off, so it's to be expected, I guess. I think? Maybe..
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° me myself and the monsters under my bed °
~ i am but a slave of ° f i l m ~
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