Like angels with wild beast's eyes
I shall return to your bedroom
And silently glide toward you
With the shadows of the night;

And, dark beauty, I shall give you
Kisses cold as the moon
And the caresses of a snake
That crawls around a grave.

When the livid morning comes,
You'll find my place empty,
And it will be cold there till night.

I wish to hold sway over
Your life and youth by fear,
As others do by tenderness. -Baudelaire
Unknown "Vanilla Bean" Ferocious - 16 years, 26 days ago

Who first seduc'd them to that foul revolt?
Th'infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stirr'd up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv'd
The Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride
Had cast him out from Heav'n, with all his Host
Of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set himself in Glory above his Peers,
He trusted to have equall'd the most High,
If he oppos'd; and with ambitious aim
Against the Throne and Monarchy of God
Rais'd impious War in Heav'n and Battle proud
With vain attempt. Him the Almight Power
Hurl'd headlong flaming from th'Ethereal Sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In Adamantine Chains and penal Fire
Who durst defy th'Omnipotent to Arms.
Unknown "Vanilla Bean" Ferocious - 16 years, 28 days ago

Farewell happy Fields
Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrors, hail
Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell
Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings
A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.
The mind is it's own place, and in itself
Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. --Milton
Unknown "Vanilla Bean" Ferocious - 16 years, 1 month, 1 day ago

I shall strike you without anger
And without hate, like a butcher,
As Moses struck the rock!
And from your eyelids I shall make
The waters of suffering gush forth
To inundate my Sahara.

My desire swollen with hope
Will float upon your salty tears
Like a vessel which puts to sea,
And in my heart that they'll make drunk
Your beloved sobs will resound
Like a drum beating the charge!

Am I not a discord
In the heavenly symphony,
Thanks to voracious Irony
Who shakes me and who bites me?

She's in my voice, the termagant!
All my blood is her black poison!
I am the sinister mirror
In which the vixen looks.

I am the wound and the dagger!
I am the blow and the cheek!
I am the members and the wheel,
Victim and executioner!

I'm the vampire of my own heart
— One of those utter derelicts
Condemned to eternal laughter,
But who can no longer smile!~~Baudelaire


Unknown "Vanilla Bean" Ferocious - 16 years, 1 month, 11 days ago

I really want to get opinions on this. It is a song by one of my favorite bands, and some of there songs can tend to have several meanings. This particular song, I've been given the opinion that it is a song about losing your beauty as you age all the way to it's a song about rape. I would love for you guys to read the lyrics and PLEASE give me your interpretation of what this song is about. Thanx!

The Thrash Of Naked Limbs

Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
This passion play
Smothered in effort, The thrash of naked limbs
Glistening skin
Close your eyes, the whispered sighs
Frightening lust
Sweet was her breath, tasted by mine
Words are more effective when concealed
Through the halflight on her body
My fearful hands tremble their way
Take me, anywhere that you like
Hold me, deep within. Do what you like
Take me, anywhere. Warm the night
Take it, take it, take me.
With the lights low, and your naked body on the warm floor,
Me besides you, softly kissing, caressing
Make love to her while she's crying
I could die now, and die happy.
Unknown "Vanilla Bean" Ferocious - 16 years, 1 month, 22 days ago