Art of Sacrifice of Art
We have a pencil
And a sharp knife
We shall draw
We shall carve
And bleed out our hearts
Infatuation
Why?
Must I?
Why think of you?
Lips ruby red, eyes crystal blue
Scent of jasmine, laughter of the faery, ancient Celtic goddess.
I lust for you as a desert for water, sin so great it over whelms me, can bare it no longer, on knees I beg, forgiveness!
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
We have a pencil
And a sharp knife
We shall draw
We shall carve
And bleed out our hearts
Infatuation
Why?
Must I?
Why think of you?
Lips ruby red, eyes crystal blue
Scent of jasmine, laughter of the faery, ancient Celtic goddess.
I lust for you as a desert for water, sin so great it over whelms me, can bare it no longer, on knees I beg, forgiveness!
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
Within
Darkness and silence in this tomb
Ancient dust and spider webs
Listen close, the silence is false
Sounds mute to the human ear
Little feet scurry about, throughout
Ripping flesh and breaking bones
Echoes in the dark
Howls and screams pierce the mind
Blood soaked suffering
But the creature cannot die
Eyes are opened and realize
It is within
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
Darkness and silence in this tomb
Ancient dust and spider webs
Listen close, the silence is false
Sounds mute to the human ear
Little feet scurry about, throughout
Ripping flesh and breaking bones
Echoes in the dark
Howls and screams pierce the mind
Blood soaked suffering
But the creature cannot die
Eyes are opened and realize
It is within
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
Steel Bridges Cant Be Burnt
I'm wrapped in the past
A vile stagnant cast
Consumed with horrid laughter
Watching my life from the projector
Transfixed in this nightmare, can't turn away
What's taking' so long on that pill tray?
Sweet Amnesia, purge all memory
It's a path to Hell, but I'll be happy
You'll never know true sickness
Till when you can't learn forgiveness
For your entire pastâ¦
How long can it last?
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
I'm wrapped in the past
A vile stagnant cast
Consumed with horrid laughter
Watching my life from the projector
Transfixed in this nightmare, can't turn away
What's taking' so long on that pill tray?
Sweet Amnesia, purge all memory
It's a path to Hell, but I'll be happy
You'll never know true sickness
Till when you can't learn forgiveness
For your entire pastâ¦
How long can it last?
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
Sweet Amnesia
A mind is a terrible thing to use
All its knowledge to abuse
The path of knowing is chaos
Selling a soul for perma'memory loss
Still Here
I'm still here
Dipped in toxicity
But still here
Death dances away
Laughing and mocking
Maybe he knows
Something I don't
Maybe I'll wait and see
Maybe there's more for me
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
A mind is a terrible thing to use
All its knowledge to abuse
The path of knowing is chaos
Selling a soul for perma'memory loss
Still Here
I'm still here
Dipped in toxicity
But still here
Death dances away
Laughing and mocking
Maybe he knows
Something I don't
Maybe I'll wait and see
Maybe there's more for me
from:
EISENWYRM: THE BREAKING OF A BEAUTIFUL MIND
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book, or in portions thereof, in any form.
Rain
Raindrops, falling, falling on my head
Rain
Raindrops, falling, falling on my head
Rain
Falling away from the light
Sinking into the abyss
The wyrm, that was I, takes flight
My name no longer his
He breaks through the surface
Roars drowning my screams of pain
I cry out for purpose
No place to run as he bleeds the rain
The devil smiles, I lift my head
Gone the denial, king of the dead
World beneath my knees
I'm pissing the rain
I'm smiling at the wannabe's
But you and I can never be the same
Raindrops, falling, falling from my head
Rain
Raindrops, falling, falling from my head
Rain
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
Raindrops, falling, falling on my head
Rain
Raindrops, falling, falling on my head
Rain
Falling away from the light
Sinking into the abyss
The wyrm, that was I, takes flight
My name no longer his
He breaks through the surface
Roars drowning my screams of pain
I cry out for purpose
No place to run as he bleeds the rain
The devil smiles, I lift my head
Gone the denial, king of the dead
World beneath my knees
I'm pissing the rain
I'm smiling at the wannabe's
But you and I can never be the same
Raindrops, falling, falling from my head
Rain
Raindrops, falling, falling from my head
Rain
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long
Dead in the Headlights
I was trying to move on
But I found it hard to
To find someone to fill
This hole, someone new
I saw you yesterday
A new refreshing sight
I made to move, stopped dead
Dead in the headlights
A fool, am I, to think
Of going that way
I'm not right, normal
Strange one they say
But you saw me, said
I was a beautiful blight
I was gonna speak but was
Dead in the headlights
I saw you yesterday
Said you'd call me later
Then I got the call
A drunk in front of the theatre
Oh, God, I see your face!
Beautiful, ghostly and white
Oh. God, I see your face!
Dead in the headlights
I hear the sirens behind me
Startled, I can't take flight
Alone on the bridge I stand
Dead in the headlights
I can still see her face
Beautiful, ghostly and white
I saw her face today
Dead in the headlightsâ¦
I see her face in the moon
I see her face in the rain
God, I can still see her
Oh, god, help me the pain!
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long aka the eisenwyrm
Fig I post some of my writings again. Maybe I'll get discovered?? LOL
Anyways enjoy, I'll post a new one for every post I get.
BTW, they aint all dark and depressing, but I dont write much when Im in a good mood, heh
I was trying to move on
But I found it hard to
To find someone to fill
This hole, someone new
I saw you yesterday
A new refreshing sight
I made to move, stopped dead
Dead in the headlights
A fool, am I, to think
Of going that way
I'm not right, normal
Strange one they say
But you saw me, said
I was a beautiful blight
I was gonna speak but was
Dead in the headlights
I saw you yesterday
Said you'd call me later
Then I got the call
A drunk in front of the theatre
Oh, God, I see your face!
Beautiful, ghostly and white
Oh. God, I see your face!
Dead in the headlights
I hear the sirens behind me
Startled, I can't take flight
Alone on the bridge I stand
Dead in the headlights
I can still see her face
Beautiful, ghostly and white
I saw her face today
Dead in the headlightsâ¦
I see her face in the moon
I see her face in the rain
God, I can still see her
Oh, god, help me the pain!
Copyright © 2006 Gabriel Wayne Long aka the eisenwyrm
Fig I post some of my writings again. Maybe I'll get discovered?? LOL
Anyways enjoy, I'll post a new one for every post I get.
BTW, they aint all dark and depressing, but I dont write much when Im in a good mood, heh
Strange how someone who has been here for almost 3 years, has gotten no comments at all....
Should I be more out going?
Should I join a genre?
So many class themselves as rebels but place themselves into genres.
I have no genre.
I fit into no class.
I am only me, accepted by only my family and cuz they hafta.
But I do nothin to MAKE them reject me, but I still do not fit.
I am the TRUE outcast.
The pic you see is "gothic" in nature but I am wearing a cowboy hat (not of my own) and a duster.
You can make anything look "evil"
But the fact that this pic wasnt "posed" says alot....
I was being goofy, I am hardly serious, but sometimes the true me just "pops" out.
Even when in school, I wasnt in the "metal head" crowd, the in crowd, the nerds, the preps, the jocks, ect ect
I was just me, alone, liked by those who spoke with me, hated by those who couldnt break me, feared by those who challenged me, envied by those whos girlfriends "secrectly" admired me, praised by those who I lifted before me
And yet none remember me...
It bothers me only a little, maily cuz I do not understand most of the above, but I do still feel, and I am thankful
If I didnt feel what little I do... Dexter be my angel, and I am Gabriel...
Should I be more out going?
Should I join a genre?
So many class themselves as rebels but place themselves into genres.
I have no genre.
I fit into no class.
I am only me, accepted by only my family and cuz they hafta.
But I do nothin to MAKE them reject me, but I still do not fit.
I am the TRUE outcast.
The pic you see is "gothic" in nature but I am wearing a cowboy hat (not of my own) and a duster.
You can make anything look "evil"
But the fact that this pic wasnt "posed" says alot....
I was being goofy, I am hardly serious, but sometimes the true me just "pops" out.
Even when in school, I wasnt in the "metal head" crowd, the in crowd, the nerds, the preps, the jocks, ect ect
I was just me, alone, liked by those who spoke with me, hated by those who couldnt break me, feared by those who challenged me, envied by those whos girlfriends "secrectly" admired me, praised by those who I lifted before me
And yet none remember me...
It bothers me only a little, maily cuz I do not understand most of the above, but I do still feel, and I am thankful
If I didnt feel what little I do... Dexter be my angel, and I am Gabriel...
"Remember, remember, the 5th of November..."
Hello? Wake up America.
"I, like God, do not play with dice."
Hello? Wake up America.
"I, like God, do not play with dice."
