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Oh, I welcome thee, sweet suffering with open arms and hollow stare for I mourn do not on this summoning but devotion I to you declare. Oh, crisp beauty of sweet torment guide me into vaults of heartlessness to sink my soul in deepest lament and calmly stroke the nothingness. For I shall bow to you in cold obedience on which you thrive, wicked and hidden and the joy of pure deliverance I am solely and eternally forbidden. And then at night I see your vivid face deceived I am not but filled with fright for I know thy face and its grim grimace as death slowly takes you out of sight So I welcome thee, sweet suffering with open arms and pains

   My Tower In The Sky Is made of broken, bitter tears is made of scattered dreams which raven weaves like beams in my tower forsaken for years high in the clouds I look down while the winds gush in my ears grief they bring in a quiet frown in my tower forsaken for years and a crescent dies in a cloud with face burried in solid pain cries echo in a raven shroud distant orisons I hear again then the eventide draws near hollow stars gather'd once more the raven's weaved tears, so clear in my tower deafened by caws in my tower with carrion walls I wrap in cerements the day until my very last tear falls on those

Ages of sadness flow into me ages of mercy weep to be... aeons of love moan to be free my aeons of hatred I gave to thee... I will erase my soul, even if I have a thousand lives to spend I will wander through the ashes of light even if I lose myself forever in the dark gods are silent, demons sleep... I will walk heartless above the abyss even if I have a thousand tears to give I will reach the mournful gates even if I am cursed by a thousand fates I will engrave on the perished portal with bleeding hands: 'Art Is Immortal' arcane lips, a broken arch... I will succumb your fading shadow even if I lose all my thousand hallows

I Manton climbed the stairs and stropped to take a deep breath. He had to climb seven floors of this old building just to realise that his auntie, to which he was was going, was living on the fifth floor. These things happen when you feel distracted by different random thoughts. You forget on which floor you have to stop and ring the bell. Two minutes later Manton was standing a front of a huge wooden door with rusty locks. He rang on the bell twice. 'Manton, my dear! I was expecting you a bit later.' exclaimed his auntie when she opened the heavy door. She was coquettishly smiling and her face glowed with surprise. She always looked lik

Стълбите Ето ги пред мен безмилостни и горди, в свойта самота безкрайни като орди. На тях се стилаше времето о