Daniel Erlandsson (Arch Enemy), Chris Adler (Lamb Of God)
Interests
A Tale Of Blue Mist
I stand motionless and hear u whisper in a cold voice. I arose from the lullaby, enduring yet another tale you tempt me again. You cursed me with every glance, poisoned me with every touch of your lips. Ashtrays are now filled with the fruits of my transgressions, while the agony inside races me to the bottom. Blind with tears, this pain, this life, I can take it nomore. So lost in this darkness is my thoughts of the miserable past I left behind, and suddenly all the old scars keep ripping open. A fathomless void is enclosing around me, spirals me with unwritten secrets that were buried beneath this scarred heart for too long. Strange fog reflect my thoughts, screams my sadness. And they all turned away, unable to face more of this death. Credence in my word, written in dust, tainted by memories and that’s when I confess my hope, recognize my solitude. Your laughter weeps the truth. I just hope you are fukkin happy now. Lost you there in a moment of truth, gave away the one and only heart, a gift you tore apart. Getting weaker now and fluid is drawing from my aching eyes. I'm not afraid of what you have just done, but of what you've just become. Now, I cleared the fog that was veiled around me and blurred my sights. Suddenly, I'm no longer aching to honor my plights; rising moon and my skin is peeling, past undone. Suddenly, I can't justify what I had become. Your fragrance still pulsating through damp air, a sudden shift and my duality takes part in this Gawd made drama. Midst a dreaming affinity, faint whispers fade away as I keep dying. Not concerned of the meaning of this life I'm leading. I try to forget you as you forgot me. And I should contemplate this change, accept my fate to ease the pain and I should step out of the rain, turn away. Close to ending it all, I am drifting through the stages of the rapture born within this loss. Thoughts of death inside tear me apart from the core of my soul. My aching heart still beating for the cause, my soul still feeding from the loss, limbs are aching from the rush and you are fading from my sight. Soon the snow falls in my dreams. Don't ever ask the reasons why.