My name is John, I was born March 10, 1983, I'm usually described
by
people as a creative spirit, open to anything, expressive and sort of
dark
as well, which shows itself in my songwriting and poetry.
I'm inspired by many bands and artists, my main inspirations being the
music
of AFI, the Cure, Sisters of Mercy, the Damned, Misfits, Rancid,
Offspring,
Joy Division. Artistically, I'd say Tim Burton, the art and writings of
Edward Gorey and artists like him, and the writings of Edgar Allen Poe
and
Anne Rice.
People tend to label me as goth, or goth-punk, or something else along
those
lines, when I'd prefer not to be labeled at all, but rather just
appreciated
for what I'm writing at the time, as my mind is constantly spinning and
new
ideas are evolving. Enjoy what you read.
Spiritus Sancti
her face a dead giveaway
she won't be back another day
she flies where the angels have no eyes
skin as cold as pain
lying lifeless in the rain
she soars where there is nothing more
is all hope gone
slash the vein and see
pouring out what you could be
paint your lips as black as night
wear the colors of no sight
we all turn to grey
and nothing more is left
of what we want to see
objects in new shades
creatures now of dark decay
you turn as the shadows fall behind
press me to your wound
watch the sky enfold the moon
i'll stay by your side as you bleed
is all hope gone
slash the vein and see
pouring out what you could be
(chorus)
two thousand faces turn
as you chafe and burn
now on trial no denial saves you
from what you have become
slash the vein and see
pouring out now what we want to see
(chorus)
Crimson Silence
wrap these wounds again
i promised not to but i lied to you
when i heal i'll take my pen
write the words i'm going through
i can't complain
i've done this so much now i can't even feel the
pain of life subsides
tears flow from my eyes
you see i've shown my soul to you
what can i do
razor rips the flesh
a searing but cathartic rush
i feel it less and less
crimson silence and all is hushed
i can't complain
this is release and everything beside is
(chorus)
and i'm a canvas
every brushtroke
every nerve i kill
see into me
every movement hurts
but i deny the pill
(chorus)
wrap these wounds again
i'll promise again
but lie to you..
"Bellazza Nella Morte (Beauty In Death)"
As I drift away in silent slumber
Still feeling the lasting of your touch
What did I do to justify this
I fall to the embrace of my crutch
Now I lie awake my thoughts are poisoned
Feeding from my conscience as they grow
Will daylight come suppress this hunger
What will a new morning bestow?
No more will these images surround me
Laying all to rest I am at peace
Find solace in new pain
Christened by autumn rain
Freedom of purgative release
While drops of heaven fall
I hear their despondent symphony
As life lays crumbling before me
The angels cry from far above
Now And Forever
Look into the mirror past the shards that splintered with your last
gaze
Trace every line across your pale white skin like following a maze
Who is the fairest of the land?
Who is the beauty with the razor in her hand?
What kind of nightmare is this?
Deep in dreams my love
The sheets soaked crimson
As I hover above your heart
Deep in dreams my love
Now and forever our souls will be apart
Faded reminiscent of the lovely queen that you once were
Shadows on these walls creeping memories are all you have of her
When did darkness fall across your bed?
Moonlit body painted now in red
What kind of nightmare is this?
Deep in dreams my love
The sheets soaked crimson
As I hover above your heart
Deep in dreams my love
Now and forever our souls will be apart
What kind of nightmare is this?
Deep in dreams my love
The sheets soaked crimson
As I hover above your heart
Deep in dreams my love
Now and forever our souls will be apart
