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, April 24, 2006

*Organise?

what i write down now might be of big interest. haha. so here goes...

for the past months, since Obscure Phionix have made everlasting friendships with other bands like Mulysa/Shadows Embrace/Dark Resurrection, i've been thinking alot about organising a DIY gig. the only problem, capital. and of course the thought of getting the equipment and a place to rent. these questions were running through my mind: "from whom should i get them?", "where could i get a place which is easily accessible?", "how much will it all cost?", "who should i put up for performance?". well, first two questions i've answered. it's the cost. what i know is that i could make posters/tickets on my own. i have that ability. as you know i've unofficially "made" my own production by the name of AvengedChildXVII Productions, you would see the copyright logo on blogs/wallpaper/images i made for a few friends. haha. as for crew, i have a few friends who i can count on. equipment-wise, i can also count on the crew for that. cash for damages could be put aside if they are going to be any case of damaged equipment.

then this happened. Man messaged me this morning at in between 12.45am to 1.10am. yes, sorry Man i didn't reply to your last message, i fell asleep. haha. well, he talked about organising a gig by ourselves. but this is all just planning alright. forwarded messages to each other about renting places/equipment, bands, etcetera. this morning when i woke up, i constantly thought about his suggestion. cause i'm damned interested in it. and, hell, i would want to see it happen. imagining this isn't going to work. this counts for a great amount of energy and hardwork.

is my passion going to be my future? i don't know. yet, i have dreams on unearthing my own music studio and creating my own production company.

are we going to create our own DIY Street Production Team? possibility is 50%.

and now, i'll shall stop typing.

freakinlyMINE, i love you to pieces.

insanely yours,
Qhai.

dreaming a reality.

We've gone to far now,
We fell to deep,
It's our burden to bleed,
We've gone to far now,
We fell to deep,
It's our burden to bleed...

GORE.9:09 AM

Thursday, April 20, 2006

*Out To The World.

i'm back. recovering from the last gig, Mosh. aches and cramps was the outcome. it was cool. i didn't expect much from the gig, overall it's ok.

i'm looking forward to working at the expo next week. i wonder how i'll fare. ok, over and done with that. i don't want to stress on that so much or i'll get even more nervous.

know what? i'm currently so much in love with freakinlyMINE. haha. it's been that way since 6 months, 10 days. i love her so much.

ok, dudes/dudettes. i'm currently staying to becoming a metalcore/heavy metal/visual kei musician. and i'm trying my best to incorporate these three genres into one. try to think a mixture of Atreyu/Bleeding Through/Trivium/Caliban/Dir en Grey/X-Japan. haha. it'll be a challenge, but i'll try my best.

one more thing. this is my life. i live it the way i want to.

freakinlyMINE, i love you.

insanely yours,
Qhai.

this is my peak.

He bends and he breaks,
If he gives they will take away.
His passion, his pain, his grace,
He exhales,
A thousand black flowers explode,
Into butterflies as they're away,
Rip them off,
Take them,
Burn to coals as they crush him,
Leave nothing,
That resembles the soul of a man,
See him numb,
See him crushed,
See him numb,
See him crushed,
Rip them off,
Take them,
Burn to coals as they crush him,
Leave nothing that resembles the soul of a man,
Leave him numb,
Leave him crushed
Leave him numb,
Leave him crushed...

GORE.10:25 AM

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

*Collecting Dust, MOSH.

yes. it seems that no one is coming to read my blog anymore. well, that sucks. haha. so i'm just going to say...

ARGH! OBSCURE PHIONIX IS PLAYING AT MOSH!



poster link: http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i221/avengedchildxvii/Phionix%20Gig%20Posters/MOSH.jpg
OR
http://img105.imageshack.us/img105/3923/mosh2ch.jpg

Bands Playing-
Stygian
7 Pound Vein
Obscure Phionix
West Grand Boulevard (not playing due to unforseen circumstances)
Aviery
Bloody Rejects
No Direction
Summer's Over
4th Avenue
Hamartia
Es War Einmal
Ingride
Dyna Turmoil
Homicidal Rage

Tickets available at La Vanita at $6 and at door at $8.

ok bye.

Freakinly Mine, i love you. always. forever.

insanely yours,
Qhai.

GORE.2:38 PM

.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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