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[Felix-0]

[spoiler= BNO Torrid love aff...]The first time I saw a body bend that way
I realized that we're more beautiful dead than alive
Then, with bloodied flesh removed, your rib cage ripped away
And I saw why they say beauty comes from the inside

It won't be the same
This time around
You'll never be the same again
I promise to never forget you
You'll remember me
For as long as you live
And your life ends right here, right now,
As I tear your heart apart
I'll take your hair with me,
Wrapped around my bloody knuckles
As a soft, silken reminder
Of the day
You discovered
That even the softest words
Can't heal the deepest wounds
I pray
That they find you
And use the softest words
To hide the hardest truth

I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you
Were so right and so clever
I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you
Were so right and so clever
I'm covered in your blood
It's over. We're better.
One day we'll forget you

I'll take your hair with me,
Wrapped around my bloody knuckles
As a soft, silken reminder
Of the day
You discovered
That even the softest words
Can't hide the hardest truth
I pray
That they find you
And use the softest words
To hide the hardest truth

[(Henry: Portrait of a Serial Killer)
-If you shoot someone in the head with a .45 every time you kill somebody, it becomes like your fingerprint, see? But if you strangle one, stab another, one you cut up, one you don't, then the police don't know what to do. They think you're 4 different people. What they really like, what makes their job so much easier, is pattern. What they call a modus operenda. That's latin. Bet you didn't know any latin, did ya Otis?
-Big fuckin' deal.
-What?
-Nothing.
-It's like a trail of ****, Otis. It's like the blood droppings from a deer you shot, and all they gotta do is follow those droppings, and pretty soon, they're gonna find their deer.
-Why don't you use a gun?
-You can use a gun. I'm not saying you can't use a gun. Just don't use the same gun twice.]

Save me from this
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Save me or save yourself
Love affair with broken hearts
Before it's too late
Me or save yourself[/spoiler]

[Dragonium]

[spoiler=Opeth - The Night And The Silent Water]
And so you left us
Jaded and gaunt, some September
Wilted with the seasons
But hidden inside the delusion
I saw your eyes, somewhere

Devoid of death
The aura poises amidst the storm
In solid tears I linger
A parlour glade, moonlit sorrow

Lonely resting pools
Relics of the moon-dogged lake
All your words are misgiven

Am I like them?
Those who mourn and turn away
Those who would give anything
To see you again
If only for another second

Your face was, like the photograph
Painted white
We did not speak very often about it
What does it matter now?

Cloak of autumn shroud
I gaze, dim ricochet of stars
I reckon it is time for me to leave

You sleep in the light
Yet the night and the silent water
Still so dark[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Opeth - Isolation Years]
There's a sense of longing in me
As I read Rosemary's letter
Her writing's honest
Can't forget the years she's lost

In isolation
She talks about her love
And as I read
"I'll die alone"
I know she's aching

There's a certain detail seen here
The pen must have slipped to the side
And left a stain
Next to his name
She knows he's gone

And isolation
Is all that would remain
"The wound in me is pouring out
To rest on a lover's shore"[/spoiler]

[spoiler=Opeth - The Leper Affinity]
We enter Winter once again
Naked, freezing from my breath
'Neath the lid all limbs tucked away
This coffin is your abode from now and onwards

Your body is mine to avail
Such a tragic sight you are
Slave unto my creed
Spurring me with those tears

I am beyond death
Midst a dreaming affinity
Saving strength now, faint whispers
Come erotic communion in its splendour

Fever mirrored ghosts
Night time consolation, cross the line
Draw murder into art
Sleep inside through days

In the wake of this relief
Shivering, longing for more
Insanity at it's peak
Love me to my death

Lost are days of Spring
You sighed and let me in
Keep the beast inside
Shackled within my hide
Screaming out too late
Losing to my hate
Grew together with your skin
And paced the trails of sin

Your gaze covered with virgin snow
Rigid features
It's the shallow deeds who is to blame
Deafening shrieks pierced the night

A step from oblivion
Moving into the dim lights
Hiding within a reverie
It was worth it for the wait alone[/spoiler]

Åkerfeldt is poetry.

[Almeidaboo]

Drag, you're no fun, anything by Opet is obviously awesome.