IMMORTALIS
ZOMBEAST
DEATHDIVINE
I'm just a cigarette, so please smoke me. This twisted, wretched place shadowed by the utmost darks of Hell. In dreams of black beyond the bounds of a withered witch's spell. Unholy inversion of hope twisting the faith of the meek into hate, driven insane by the dark one. To bring forth the foul biddings, he speaks. The undead are among us, at dawn they shrink back to their silken beds. They dance by night and drink the blood of a child's broken neck.His spires are growing taller still, their shadows spreading throughout the land, freeing the evils that sleep within the weaker minds of man. Into the tower, never go. The horrors multiply. Gears can mince the strongest ones, leaving heroes paralyzed. The rivers flow with poison, the sands swallow you whole, the ghouls that roam this darkened wood are thirsting for your throat. Tonight will be our last, my hands are itching for razors, my angel, this knife shall carve thee wings. Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your blood. The hour approaches when I shall lay a nest inside of you. Sliced open, I lay waste to my desires. Sweet entrails are scooped onto the tile. And in my dreams, I hold your head beneath the waves. After you've died, I kiss the nape of your porcelain neck. You enter me in death's perpetual embrace, skin tightens in the throes of lust. And in my dreams, I cut your mouth from ear to ear. Dissecting your angelic body in the quiet of your room. How splendidly I carve into your tender heart, shuddering between the sheets. Whisper your name as you awaken your throat gasps, your skin recoils. We shall be intertwined, entangled in our love. Murder beckons as time stops with your voice, "I'll love you forever" - and forever it shall be. The knives begin singing, they're weeping for your flesh. The pinnacle of obsession is clawing at the fibers of my mind. The rampant state of elation is heightened by the paleness of your cries. With a promise of absolution, my thoughts are tangled in my creations. With a promise of unequaled pleasure, reason is twisting the knives are crooning for this perfect end. For weeks I've watched you, perched above your sleeping form. As I caress your perfection, my angel, I'll tear your insides out. My mind is flooding, the marrow of your bones. I cannot subside until I have suckled every inch of you. I feel the fibers stretch and tear. Unbridled climax is achieved. I've waited so long for this moment, the euphoric act of suicide! Suicide! She starts her new diet of liquor and dick, Just like Hollywood, but laced in sick. The sun goes down, and so does she. So clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood. Close your eyes, pray for plagues. Cleanse this Earth, bring our doomsday! Clap your hands to the sound of every first born dying now. Watch the rivers flow with blood, death will stand where life once stood. If I had a gun I'd pump your ethics full of lead. If I believed in meat I'd eat a plateful of our dead. There's merit in construction when it's done with your own hands. There's beauty in destruction, resurrection, another chance. There's a you and I in union but just an I in my beliefs. There's a crashing plane with a banner that reads everyone's naive. I'd rather kill a stupid flower and spread its seeds around. Until a garden with our bullet-laden morals will be found. Will be found. Now I´m standing here alone at the end of the road, screaming into the emptiness. Why did we start this way together.? Although it was clear to me I would end up all alone, completely broken and misused by love? I rape myself and I don´t know why, this whole thing makes no sense at all! Have you ever understood me, have you ever felt the same, have you ever looked in my eyes? Rip them off, take them. Burn to coals as they crush and leave nothing that resembles a soul of a man. See him numb, see him crushed. I could not see past fury. Maintained the True Beast. My instincts rupture and the motive has no theme. Now look into these eyes, and see the end of time. It takes hold this image of rapture, infecting you whole... Tie me to a knob, and close the hanger's door. A human taken advantage for the world's better peace. He revives as a Beast, in dark fires of Hell. Now wait for the sounds of death, come ringing to your ears. The blasts, melodic. The gore, beautiful. Your end is yet to come. I'm still a cigarette, so just smoke me.
Monday, May 09, 2005

*Alive?

it's 8.44 in the morning. inside nelson's iwad class.

am i dead? or am i not?

*checks myself*
good...i'm still alive...damn...this few weeks have been hectic. projects, tests and whatever shit. huh...in 7 days, exams. feels like i'm dead though. look out, my head may explode soon.

*checks wallet and pockets*
hmph. i'm broke. i think i got 4 dollars somewhere. *looks around* huh...everything is spent on jamming. yeah! music is my life! you assholes who don't like it can deal with Obscure Phionix's noise and my menacing guitar licks!

already completed the 11th lyric for Obscure. threw out 6 so left with 5. believe me, the other 6 were crap.

my guitar skills getting better. thanks to Obscure Phionix. we're pushing ourselves to get better. and when we started out i didn't even know how to palm mute. now i can!

wishing for a Schecter guitar. the black cherry S-1 Elite. heard is costs around 900. less than 1000. Duncan Designed humbucker pickups. TonePros locking bridges. my kinds of guitar. maybe will buy after NS.

first time i heard Debb aka the Burpster's voice, on saturday. heard her recording of her own guitar playing. i can say that it's good. she's talented. but i guess she's got no time? i don't know. she can do better.

hide fans are experiencing the worst event. they may close hide's museum. fuck. i wish i could murder that museum curator and take the museum to my hands. fuck! create a donation drive to keep it open asshole!

fake fans are around. yeah. posuers. fakers. whatever you call them. they don't appreciate the music only the person. fuck you all!

mat and minahs are still alive. yeah. fuck! hoping they'll all die soon.

i have no time for gigs. fuck. i'm missing out on the moshing. no, i don't skank! i don't believe in a move where everyone is doing the same thing. and they're not coordinated. i rather punch someone's eye out without a care in a mosh pit. bleargh...last time i gig i went to was Tribute to Gods of Metal I. oh. that time Apro got his head spun around. choked by someone. and hugged by a Micheal Jackson impersonator.

i'm much happier than i was before.

but at the same time. i'm depressed.

i'm getting older.

i'm thinking about 2nd year. at least the usual people are around. looking forward to that.

awaiting the opening of Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. hoping that will be good. ah fuck. since when Star Wars wasn't?

Princess.

may not blog for awhile due to exams. so. yeah.

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

tied to the testing of wills, when my heart breaks and spills
left to the sight of the sky, in your arms i'm defined
thrown to the wolves in minds of your enemies (minds of your enemies)
and i'm stone in the eyes, of your foolishness.

well if this is what i'm meant for, no longer interesting
fall forward to even the score, just a thought to you.

and i'm nothing more, than a line in your book.

please someone help me, i'm dying here in front of you
with a hundred thousand lights, timing as everything will
with a hurndred thousand lights, timing, timing is everything to me.

will you look at me, will you look at me, will you look at me
which time that i have wronged?

GORE.8:45 AM

.INTRODUCTION.

QHAI 1987.06.15.
The Air, The Twins, Gemini.
(UN)Taken Cynic.
GUITARIST of Obscure Phionix.
VOCALIST of Death By Clowns.
I am insane; Come near me and you will get my disease. I am an insane guitarist, a psychotic vocalist and yes, I headbang. I've received much company and love from Obscure Phionix, Death By Clowns, scenemates/fans and trusted friends. Thus I am content with my life. With no further questions, I have laid down my feet to my one path. Even how complicated things will get, I will get there. I am my own King. And I will decide where I go. Hate me if you will, there is an [x] where you can close this down. Gore back at me.

Reach me though;
Qhai @ Friendster.
Qhai @ MySpace.
Qhai @ avengedchildxvii@hotmail.com.

Reach Obscure Phionix through;
Obscure Phionix @ Blogger.
Obscure Phionix @ Friendster.
Obscure Phionix @ MySpace.
Obscure Phionix @ obscurephionix@hotmail.com.

I play melodic-progressive-trash-death-core metal.
Got a problem? Go Fuck Yourself.

.GORE IT OUT.



.EAR POISON.

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