The musings of one locked away, in reality, and in the torture chamber of his own skull.

Bloody Notes Scrawled On White Walls

“Throwing Your Love Back In Your Face”

Such precious sentiments,
Fall fluttering from your lips,
Like dead flies, their wings having given out,
Dropping to the ground in late summer.
I hear the words, I feel the swelling of your heart
In my throat, like a chokehold,
And I will rape the love you offer me,
I will rape your faith and hopes for me,
I will rape the day you ever dreamed of me.

I caress your cheek and smile bitterly,
I take another drink, drinking to destroy any tomorrows
That may await me,
I snuff out a cigarette in my flesh,
And the flesh weeps pus, like you shed tears
Over my sadism, my delectable cruelty.
I’d ask you why you keep coming back, but I know…
I know…
You’re just as damned, you’re just as diseased as me.

Right around 6:50 is when I start to put a cigarette out on myself to enhance the quality of my screams and moans.

Throwing Your Love Back In Your Face

Misery opens up onto the shores of Satanic Enlightenment. No hope, true, but a darkness brighter than any hope could ever be.

A Window Into My Holy Despair

First new Nighttime in almost half a year. Intended for a projected compilation of metal influenced noise projects. Pure evil.

The Goatherd

Entombed for aeons. My curse is to never have peace. But still I watch and wait.

Mummified

Will silence ever fall for this tortured soul?

To Never Move On...

My Glance Annihilates the Cosmos

Salvific Misery

From upcoming, as yet untitled split with Skjelver. Depressive Suicidal Black Power Electronics. Is it possible that there is a glimmer of hope in the midst of Hell cascading all around us? The only salvation from suffering is finding one you can suffer together with. Bless the day when I found a friend whose torment mirrored my own. Dedicated to my good friend Xasthuriath of Bitter Reflections. Let us share the horrors that afflict us and learn to smile again as Death calmly awaits our time.

Beauty Suffers and I Suffer With Her

Rising darkness. Unholy rituals. Lovecraftian influences. The black Satanic heart of fear and despair and faith crumbling. Realms of Nightmare breaking forth into the waking world. Jesus Wept.

Nighttime In the Abyss