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House Of Leaves

Posted: August 22, 2016 in Melancholy, Poetry, Quote

“Little solace comes
to those who grieve
when thoughts keep drifting
as walls keep shifting
and this great blue world of ours
seems a house of leaves
moments before the wind.”

― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves



Dear Agony

Posted: July 31, 2016 in Poetry, Quote
I have nothing left to give
I have found the perfect end
You were made to make it hurt
Disappear into the dirt
Carry me to heaven’s arms
Light the way and let me go
Take the time to take my breath
I will end where I began

And I will find the enemy within
Cause I can feel it crawl beneath my skin

Dear Agony
Just let go of me
Suffer slowly
Is this the way it’s gotta be?
Dear Agony

Suddenly the lights go out
Let forever drag me down
I will fight for one last breath
I will fight until the end

Leave me alone
God let me go
I’m blue and cold
Black sky will burn
Love pull me down
Hate lift me up
Just turn around
There’s nothing left

Somewhere far beyond this world
I feel nothing anymore

I feel nothing anymore


21 Guns

Posted: July 28, 2016 in Quote


“Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart inside?
You’re in ruins….

When you’re at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul….


When it’s time to live and let die
And you can’t get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You’re in ruins…”




None But Strangers

Posted: June 5, 2016 in Poetry, Quote


Where will I stand
When the winds wage war
Fleeing the dawn
Howling the breath of ice
Blistered with desert’s smile
Dusty from crypts

Where will I stand
When the world crashes down
And on all sides
I am left exposed
To weapons illimitable
From the vented host

Will I stand at all
Against such forces unbarred
Reeling to every blow
Blinded by storms of pain
As all is taken from me
So cruelly taken away

Let us not talk of courage
Nor steel fortitude
The gifts of wisdom
Burn too hot to touch
The hunger for peace
Breaks the heart

Where will I stand
In the dust of a done life
Face bared to regrets
That flail the known visage
Until none but strangers
Watch my fall

None but Strangers Fisher Kel Tath

from Steven Erikson’s Toll The Hounds

Word from Malazan( Toll The Hounds)

Posted: January 27, 2016 in Quote

It was a quirk of blind optimism that held that someone broken could, in time, heal, could reassemble all the pieces and emerge whole, perhaps even stronger for the ordeal. Certainly wiser, for what else could be the reward for suffering? The notion that did not sit well, with anyone, was that one so broken might remain that way –neither dying (and so removing the egregious example of failure from all mortal eyes) nor improving. A ruined soul should not be stubborn, should not cling to what was clearly a miserable existence. Friends recoil. Acquaintances drift away. And the one who fell finds a solitary world, a place where no refuge could be found from loneliness when loneliness was the true reward of surviving for ever maimed, for ever weakened. Yet who would not choose that fate, when the alternative was pity?

Steven EriksonMalazan Book Of the Fallen

Toll The Hounds