Fernschzet

Drop six I let it split Your skull A magnum to the dome Your mind, a broken home I'm so Alone in this plane Drives,shattered minds insane How can I, explain This pain This hurt I feel, I suffer For myself, another My blood boils bright black I wait for you, attack Cold steel in my, back I feel the call My darling raven Wings of midnight Carry me in ebon flight Away, away escape The break of day Alone again I find myself Screaming to the shade Of a man, driven insane My life force running Down the drains of mortality Look at the duality The human mind The human soul The human heart It's torn apart Ripped asunder I'll tell you of another Man I

It's hard when they die. A part of you leaves with them. Their voice still rings faintly in your ear. The scent of them sometimes comes to you. Washes over you with melancholy warmth. It's hard when they die. Because it still feels like they're there. When you walk through the door, expecting to see their boots. When you call their name, waiting for a response. When you rest your head, beside them. It's hard when they die. The fact that they're gone is too hard to accept. And the routine you had formed no longer is valid. Because they're gone. Because they're never coming back. It's hard when they die. And I miss them dearly.

Wanting to die, but I cannot The days how they drag on Each a minuscule eternity of bleak futures And of dreadful boredom Yet the mere thought of you This mere thought gives my mind pause Gives my sanity sanctuary As I wish upon many a long deceased star Dried lips of mine, cracked and parched Desiccated of hope and inspiration May they grace the lips of yours From which the razor sharp edges And cruel harshness of reality spout The geyser of truth and satirical wisdom A wish that cannot be A wish that shall not be My friend. From now until Hell freezes over From now until the Sun engulfs our Earth From now until the day that bullet find

Burning books and firey brooks ashen winds, shadowy sins fleeting thoughts my mind in knots gotta get away 'fore break of day the burning streets of Mercy call I want to end this for us all I can't escape the shadows gaze the Grey Man stands in smoky haze Boom chain rattles on broken stone the wicked shriek of steel on bone I hear him calling, quietly loud I want to burn away his shroud Over watrers turned to poison mist A prayer and my blessed fist To strike upon his jagged jaw For a moment shut his wretched maw yet through burning truths and well forged lies we watch in fear as our lantern dies The night is dark, devoid of light yet these

A potion of malice, a potion of hate. Coincidentally, a potion to set this all straight. A potion to cure, a potion to heal. Yet I can't find a potion to make myself feel. A potion of love, a potion of lust. I'll make one for you, if you pay then I must. A potion to harm, a potion to kill. It's easy to do... and you know that I will.

Black stone. Carved and chiseled with the finely detailed hexagrams of the Drothmere people lined the walls of the ancient corridor. The memories of this hall flooded through the head of the woman who sat at the end of the hall. She sat with legs crossed in a contorted knot that would break the knees of lesser men. She sobbed. The memory of being dragged down this hall, bloodied and beaten by her former captors. Tears fall. Tears of helplessness, abuse… and fury. Her lips part with a wail on her tongue, an archaic cry for help to a long forgotten god. An oath sworn of vengeance and steeped in bloodlust erupts from her throat. She rises

“Dharm..?” Calseph narrowed her eyes to focus and it was in fact him in the flesh. “By the Light it is you, Dharm!” she ran to him and embraced him tenderly. “I thought you had died! Where have you been? Is Finn alive?” releasing her embrace she eyed him over and picked up the scent of fresh laundry and horseradish. “Finn is still alive, I can smell that foul stew on you.” “He’s alive, but he’s resting. One of the sisters is looking him over right now, I got kicked out the room.” Dharms look was one of confusion. Calseph never was one to be excited to see any from their

They hobbled through the street towards the Gran Ilena Mission, Dharm supported Finn as most of his energy was spent getting them back to safety. “Finn… you’ll be fine. A little food and a little rest will do you good… let’s just get to the mission, aright?” Dharm then grumbled to himself, “and a little ale will definitely help me.” “It… does it seem cooler to you, Dharm?” Finn lifted his head and felt the breeze, colder than he last remembered, as if a shift in the seasons. “Ah, can’t tell. Drifting in that void kinda numbed me out.” He readjusted his co

“Dharm, grab on!” Finn called out to the Elf, extending an enchanted gauntlet. Dharm caught a grasp of Finns forearm and in an instant they winked out of existence in a burst of eldritch light, mere moments before being consumed by the unstable Nether portal below. All was silent and all was black as they drifted, weightless through the void. Below them, a constellation, a single light in the vast expanse of nothingness. It called to their bodies, their minds… but something else did, too. “Finn… you hear that?” Dharms’ ears flicked at the faint whisper that seemed to slither into his mind, alien w