how do i enter your dreams? which server i wanna join your game dream advantures tooOriginally posted by neverendingtrauma:everytime i dream its bloody nightmares.
huge original scenarios, big houses, people, demons etc, created by wtf? just for the nightmare? so much detail in totally real strange creepy places which i have NEVER seen or imagined before. well in only 1 recent one i was in my house.
every nightmare im being HUNTED and i try to kill all the people who are hunting me (usually with a knife and i mutiliate them) and everybody around me and my family is killed (tho in my nightmares thats not an important part and i never feel anything about them dying) and im ALWAYS going to be killed within 3 days and GO TO HELL.
sometimes it makes no sense also, like once, near the end, there were demons all around me and my dead family in hell telling me how not to go to hell, and what they said was something silly i would never think of imagining... but it was useless.
even worse im trapped in them for hours, theres a real sense of time moving as slowly. theres colors. details. i remember the green of the sulphur. or the total blackness. its so damm real! and its totally not daydreams and i cant possibly have thoughts about "this is a nightmare, i will wake up". i AM THERE.
i dread the long and lonely nights, dread my mind slipping off into evil subconscious. for all the years i slept very little anyway, once in 2 nights and ard 3 am till 7am. got permanent dark eyes for many years. every time i wake up i first think the nightmare shd be made into a horror movie.
on 6th june as i started to drift off i felt 'stuck' in the half falling into unconscious stage. then the devil got into my head and my vision kept shaking left and right nonstop and i kept hearing his LOUD laughter and he told me he wont kill me yet because im doing his work here on earth. there was a deep blackness surrounding the central image which i couldnt try to recall.
in real life my mind is tortured too.. it just wont shut up.. i hate being alone with my nonstop mind and no stimuli
now im just playing final fantasy 7 - 10, sims, dota , tft tournaments, gta san andreas. rather go out than play comOriginally posted by NotFromVenus:Time to stop playing some of the violent computer games you've been playing.
oi, funny ah? when you join liao PM me okay?Originally posted by newmanmback:how do i enter your dreams? which server i wanna join your game dream advantures too![]()
wus the ghost square?Originally posted by maggot:Your bed must be on the "ghost square" of the house that why you have such dreams?
Maybe should try to change the location of your bed...![]()
Your games are too violent already !Originally posted by neverendingtrauma:now im just playing final fantasy 7 - 10, sims, dota , tft tournaments, gta san andreas. rather go out than play com
9 square geomancy got say about itOriginally posted by Ito_^:wus the ghost square?
Ur problem.. Found and solved..Originally posted by neverendingtrauma:singapore has no metal mtv or radio station or concerts. 90% of sg chinese teens like boring lovesick pop / chinese pop. I HATE IT. since sec 1 i love listening to melodic death metal / heavy metal / black metal the most. ive bought 400+ metal albums since. heavy melodic guitar melodies sound so awesome and more stirring than boring irritating pop/r&b music.
pop music sound so fu cking shltty and boring with NO real INSTRUMENTS talent and 99% singing about love, all the singers wanna look sexy, and repetitive 10x shorter lyrics with no depth or prose and the chorus keeps repeating 4x.
gorgoroth is one of the bands which i would like seeing them perform here. in their live broadcast concert vid, they displayed sheep heads on stakes, a bloodbath of 80 liters of sheep's blood, satanic symbols, and four naked crucified models on stage. shortly after they were convicted of beating up a 41 yr old man and raping and abusing other girls.
lyrics for beneath the howling stars: how unlike short shallow repetitive boring lovesickening pop lyrics with no depth or prose.
midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
her spinal chill rakes the earth
whilst pensive souls at zero sing
woebetidings of rebirth
under cold stares of mars maligned
near-suicides cross their hearts
and unborns writhe in tepid brine
for something wicked this way starts
beneath the howling stars
elizabeth, paragon of vice
watches the sun set pyres alight
as bane and tyranny, her dobermans sleep
like spellbound paramours at her feet
a chatter of bells without
raise hellhounds, teeth on edge
from sleighs hastened through snow lit red
guests espied from the garret ledge
great gloomy mirror tell her face
she will outblind them all
that heavenly bodies would fall from grace
to possess such a lustrous pall
for beauty is always cruel...
for beauty is always...
(let destiny in chains commence...
damnation under gods seeking recompense
enslaving to the whims of this mistress)
as the dance ensued
elizabeth's mood
tempered by the craft of a vitreous moon
in slick black iciness it grew
to consume
the wench her tower tombed
tending to her costume
bore the brunt of the storm
when the needle askewed
she has her dogs maul the bitch's wrists through
restored to jaded bliss
this evisceratrix
descended to the ball
with painted blood upon her lips
passing like a comet so white
as to eclipse
the waltz wound down, transfixed
devoid of all breath in the air
even death paled to compare
to the taint of her splendour
so rare and engendered
'pon the awed throng gathered
there...
beneath the howling stars
she danced so macabre
men entranced divined from her gait
that this angel stepped from a pedestal
had won remission from fate
by alighting to darker spheres
delighting in held sway
for she was not unlike the goddess
to whom the wolves bayed
whilst envy glanced daggers
from court maidens, arboured
who whispered in sects
of suspicions abroad
that elizabeth bewitched
see how even now the whore casts
her spells upon the black count
whom her reddened lips hold fast
tongue unto tongue
swept on tides without care
for the harpies who rallied
their maledict glares
a halo of ravens tousled her hair
chandeliers a tiara
for passions ensnared
phantasies sexed
when their eyes, moonstruck met
their friction wore a way
through the sea of foreplay
lovers at first bite
she an eve tempted to lay
gasping at rafters
flesh pressed in ballet
but caprice, honours leashed
she absconded the feast
to prowl wonderland
beasts in hand from the keep
of feudal dilemma
well mantled in furs
through cullis to watch
dogstars howl at the earth
on this violent night
unholy night
winds lashed their limbs together
as the ether vent its wintry spite
she wished his kiss on her frozen landscapes
to excite the bleak advance
from castle bowers
wherein small hours
the devil never came by chance
a lone charm tied to her inner thigh
sent lusts nova as hooves trod
cobbled streets where lowlives fleet
were flung to a wayward god
midwinter wrongs the rites of spring
her spinal chill rakes the earth
whilst pensive souls at zero sing
woebetidings of rebirth
under cold stares of mars maligned
near-suicides cross their hearts
and unborns writhe in tepid brine
for something wicked this way starts
beneath the howling stars
pounding upon the pauper ridge
earshot of a hunched beldame
elizabeth teased, would he dare to please
such elderly loins enflamed?
to this he feigned a grim disdain
playing to her slayful eye
but the hag replied...
this girl that chides
will soon be as plagued with age as i
her consort laughed a plume of icy breath
for elizabeth's grace could raise
a flag of truce in burning heaven
or the dead from early graves
yet still she seethed
this proud snow queen
embittered with the cursed retort
and because he sought her loves onslaught
he gutted the crone for sport
soon in full moon fever they were wed
lycanthropic in the conjugal bed
littered with aphrodisiacs
to tease dynastic union
and beget them further maniacs
elizabeth
free reigned, now a countess
outwielded and outwore
her title like a favoured dress
whilst her errant lord
whose seasons savoured war
stormed black to fell the infidel
her embers, tempered, roared.
Maybe you should be seeing a psychologist?Originally posted by neverendingtrauma:everytime i dream its bloody nightmares.
huge original scenarios, big houses, people, demons etc, created by wtf? just for the nightmare? so much detail in totally real strange creepy places which i have NEVER seen or imagined before. well in only 1 recent one i was in my house.
every nightmare im being HUNTED and i try to kill all the people who are hunting me (usually with a knife and i mutiliate them) and everybody around me and my family is killed (tho in my nightmares thats not an important part and i never feel anything about them dying) and im ALWAYS going to be killed within 3 days and GO TO HELL.
sometimes it makes no sense also, like once, near the end, there were demons all around me and my dead family in hell telling me how not to go to hell, and what they said was something silly i would never think of imagining... but it was useless.
even worse im trapped in them for hours, theres a real sense of time moving as slowly. theres colors. details. i remember the green of the sulphur. or the total blackness. its so damm real! and its totally not daydreams and i cant possibly have thoughts about "this is a nightmare, i will wake up". i AM THERE.
i dread the long and lonely nights, dread my mind slipping off into evil subconscious. for all the years i slept very little anyway, once in 2 nights and ard 3 am till 7am. got permanent dark eyes for many years. every time i wake up i first think the nightmare shd be made into a horror movie.
on 6th june before going to bed i feeling uneasy liao then as i started to drift off i felt 'stuck' in the half falling into unconscious stage. then the devil satan got into my head and my vision kept shaking left and right nonstop and i kept hearing his LOUD laughter and he told me he wont kill me yet because im doing his work here on earth. there was a deep blackness surrounding the central image which i couldnt try to recall. i felt frozen when it ended. the next day i was sick n vomiting all day.
in real life my mind is tortured too.. it just wont shut up.. i hate being alone with my nonstop mind and no stimuli
He should stop his music hobby first.Originally posted by Devil1976:Maybe you should be seeing a psychologist?
kOriginally posted by Rejected:oi, funny ah? when you join liao PM me okay?![]()