I think talent is sense so you are genius...

Really cool atmosphere! It made me picture a lonely secluded lake with no one on it. Except of course for the abandoned camp on the shore and a killer lurking in the woods!

yes...... words are not needed at this space.

While the Candle is burning.. Everything Will Be Fine

Humpty Dumpty

Back From The Dead

Z ciemności do światła. / From dark to light.

try again | untitled project 001 sessions | ambient atmospheric psyche drone industrial horror WIP | shifty 10.1 w1 10 bpm take 1 82125

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

PANEL-13

The blackest Black Part 1

Someone I can talk to
Someone I can love
Someone to come home to
When my day is done
But emptiness is ever in my home
And loneliness lives with me all alone
Maybe I’m someone for you
And maybe you’re someone for me
And maybe we could, we could
Sitting watching TV
Life at second hand
Lots of happy people
In their promise land
And if I had somebody just like you
Oh I would be in heaven like them too
Maybe I’m someone for you
And maybe you’re someone for me
And maybe we could, we could
Call me quite presumptuous if you really want
But you I could come home to
It’s you I would belong to
Someone I can talk to
Someone I can love
Someone to come home to
When my day is done
Maybe I’m someone for you
And maybe you’re someone for me
And maybe we could, we could
Can’t say why it is that I do love you so
There’s something right about you
I know that I do love you
I know I’m someone for you
And I’m sure you’re someone for me
So let’s try, let’s try, let’s try
Oh let’s try, let’s try, let’s try

Treat Her Like A Lady

Someone

Music & Production by Syrel
Photography by Syrel

Based on my daughter improvisation and meant for a sad TV series theme.
The story of a renovation that did not turn well.

Picture by Syrel (Cover Magazine made in 1984 for Decormag)

Remainings

The Hammer and the saw

Piloted by Pelegrim 

Hijacked by Spiralizer

Artwork by Belial 

https://soundcloud.com/belial-pelegrim

Belial Pelegrim + Spiralizer - Strange Place

To dream or not to dream?
All about Us...

I can't do anything: 
I'm just trying to say.. to be real

The blackest Black Part 1

Simple Illusion

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