'Her Ghost In The Fog' by: Cradle Of Filth


"The Moon, she hangs
like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper
the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts
with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare
trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain
may accompany Death
But it is desire
that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of
sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased
phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance,
like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue
by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through
woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost,
I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept
back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows i
n fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven
stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate
stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her
by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ
seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of
sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her
phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze
and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement
that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

When dealing with the insane, the best method is to pretend to be sane. ** *** Hermann Hesse
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Always forgive your enemies-nothing annoys them so much. *** *** *** Oscar Wilde

The talent for being happy is appreciating and liking what you have, instead of what you don't have. ******Woody Allen

The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made. *** *** *** Groucho Marx

Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. *** *** *** Plato

My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I'm right. *** *** *** Ashleigh Brilliant
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La-De-Dah...


I, kao sto i sam naslov kaze... (...)

Svasta. Vrijeme je proslo, izdogadjalo se svasta i nista... I evo me opet tu. Nekako se i dalo za ocekivati. Nisam bas neka consistent persona, i fakat me uhvati tlaka kad se ubacim u kolotecinu, kad stvari postanu neizbjezna navika... Onda svjesno stanem. Odustanem. No, radoznalost je ubila macku, zar ne??? De da samo zavirim na blog... Joj, ma neznam bih li nesto i napisala... Pa hocu, pa necu... Pa opet odustanem. No, eto me. Ta-Ra!

No, nije sad od toga stvarati temu... Gdje sam? Jos uvijek ista; zaposlena, udata, bez djece (i sa sve manjom namjerom da ih ikada imam), samo nekih 15 pounds lighter.... He he he, napokon se oduprijeh amerikanizaciji svoje tjelesine, i vratih se na svoje Croatian proporcije. Sretna ko malo dijete. Valjda se fizicki moras navici na drugu klimu? Nemam pojma. A cak se i nisam posebno trudila. Fora. Tako se to obicno i desi, kad odustanes od necega - eto ti ga na! Ma, blah...

Ali desilo se... Uslijed promocije na poslu, te sluzbenog putovanja u neke druge dimenzije... Moj svemir se totalno izokrenuo. Dobro, ne bas TOTALNO.
Tjedan dana koji je trebao proteci u vrlo sluzbenim, edukativnim domenama - krenuo je skroz drugim tijekom. Kao da sam odjednom nasla sebe back u srednjoj skoli; boozing na sve strane (e, a fakat sam se ubila na Jager Bombs, i Irish Car Bombs - damn! DAMN!!!), dva sata spavanja nocu... i osoba C. Totalno funny story; tip je mrak. Mrakchina. I naravno, zenska tastina zaigrala kartu. Kontam, ajde, 30-tak godina (if so many); de da vidimo u koliko dana mogu upecati krokodila... Fuc*! Prvi dan odmah sam zadobila paznju. Posebnu dozu. Spika tu, spika tamo... Ajde, cool. Drugi dan, tek tako, pitam "so, how old are you". Kaze 42. Ja se odvalila! Izvadi tip osobnu, i kaze "can you believe that I looked like this only a year ago" - man, man, MAN!!!! FUCK. Stari starac. Debeljuskast, procelav. 40 godina fakat. Faca si krenuo u gym, nabildao se, izbrijana zurka... Izgleda kao da je sin tipa sa slike. Plus, sam ima 2 djece; 20 i 22 godine, cak je i djed. I, naravno - razveden. Odvala.

No, eto... Stvari krenule kako su krenule, ja sam jos uvijek Crocodile Hunter. Sad i radoznalija. I desilo se da sam krokodila upecala i brze no sto sam mislila. I sad je tu. Vrlo prisutan. Ono, relativno napet...
Naravno, nista se konkretno nije desilo. Samo rijeci. I paznja. T je uvijek jedina i najvaznija osoba u mom zivotu (osim Bi). Upoznat sa cijelom situacijom. Ne pretjerano odusevljen paznjom koju sam dobila, no i sam ima Ego. Pa konta. However, uslijed cijele te situacije s krokodilom - sve se promijenilo nabolje. Izmedju mene i T. Sve je ponovno postalo kao na pocetku; nerazdvojni, zaljubljeni... sex tri puta dnevno... hah!

Jeb'o Logiku!

Bi mi je standardno rekla da sam luda. Standardno. No s obzirom na to da sam jos uvijek "good girl" i ona je cool s razvojem dogadjaja. Pocelele smo tako da sam ja bila "losa" sestra. No igrom slucaja, Bi je uvijek sve lose napravila prva. Obojala kosu u neku ludu boju. Tetovirala se. A ja sam uvijek kao vjerni psic bila odmah korak iza nje. No, Bi pametno igra svoje karte. Tiho. Ja sam puno ociglednija. Kao Godzilla.

Bi sutra ima interview za vizu. I ako ju dobije tu je cijeli 12 mjesec. To bi bilo totalno mocno, zelim da upozna krokodila! Mislim da je skroz njen tip tipa. Nekih 15-stak godina stariji, but hey - kraj krokodila sam skuzila da si as old as you feel...
No, brine me ta viza...

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Speed of Pain


They slit our throats
Like we were flowers
And our milk has been
devoured

When you want it
It goes away too fast
Times u hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember
When you think you're free
The crack inside your
Fucking heart is me

I wanna outrace
the speed of pain
for another day

I wish I could sleep
But I can't lay on my back
Because ther's a knife
For everyday that
I've known you

When you want it
It goes away yoo fast
Times u hate it
It always seems to last
But just remember
when you think you're free
The crack inside your
fucking heart is me


I wanna outrace
the speed of pain
for another day

Lie to me,
cry to me,
give to me
I would
Lie with me,
die with me,
give to me
I would
Keep all your secrets
wrapped in dead hair
I hope at least
we die holding hands
for always
'Say Just Words' by: Paradise Lost


You get high,
with your destructive instinct
You get high,
with your corrosive instinct
Where can I go,
to escape your foul mind tricks
You're trying it more,
but you will never break me

'Cause you presume the winner is you,
but that's not true,
so say just words to me

Unreal what your hate's providing,
say just words to me
Your talk is always contradiction,
say just words to me
You won't feel the warmth
of friends around you,
say just words to me
Is it true that there is
worth inside
so say just words to me

Your designs,
all the worse from power craving
Your desires,
only where there's fire burning
I'll show you the way,
a pleasure that's for the taking
You're trying it more,
but you won't get satisfaction

'Cause you presume the winner is you,
but that's not true,
so say just words to me

Unreal what your hate's providing,
say just words to me
Your talk is always contradiction,
say just words to me
You won't feel the warmth
of friends around you,
say just words to me
Is it true that there is
worth inside
so say just words to me......

Egoism is the Very Essence of a Noble Soul *** *** Friedrich Nietzsche

Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud. *** *** Hermann Hesse

Morality is simply the attitude we adopt towards people whom we personally dislike. *** Oscar Wilde

It is hard enough to remember my opinions, without also remembering my reasons for them! **** ** Friedrich Nietzsche

I was thrown out of college for cheating on the metaphysics exam; I looked into the soul of the boy sitting next to me. ** Woody Allen

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.*** *** *** - Ludwig Wittgenstein

Whenever people agree with me I always feel I must be wrong. *** *** *** Oscar Wilde

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying. *** *** Woody Allen

I never know what I think about something until I read what I've written on it.*** *** William Faulkner

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, single power, a single salvation... and that is called loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else. *** *** Hermann Hesse

I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their intellects. A man cannot be too careful in the choice of his enemies. *** *** Oscar Wilde

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. *** *** *** - Martin Luther King Jr