Sentenced - End of the Road

Here we are, now lay the burden down
We're coming to the end of our road
Sorrowful yet glorious somehow
To be humming this one last ode
So calm and still... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Fulfilled... it doesn't only hurt to end it now

The funeral

The memories beneath the dust of years
They seem like those of someone deceased
There's no more to be done, or hoped or feared
Just waiting for the final release
So calm and thrilled... it wasn't all that bad, or was it now?
Still it doesn't only hurt end it now

Is life over, this life's over?
Or has it only just begun?
It grows colder, starts to moulder...
Coming apart yet still not done
Forever one

SENTENCED were:
VILLE LAIHIALA vocals
MIIKA TENKULA lead guitar
SAMI LOPAKKA guitar
VESA RANTA drums
SAMI KUKKOHOVI bass

May they rest in peace.

(Please) Calm my cries

Why is it that when everything is perfect nothing is perfect?
Porque é que quando tudo é perfeito nada é perfeito?

Why is it that when you most expect it you never get it?
Porque é que quando mais esperamos nunca o temos?

Why is it that we always aim to what is impossible?
Porque é que queremos sempre o impossivel?

Why do we always end up being hurt?
Porque é que acabamos sempre magoados?

Why do we never realize that we should not complain?
Porque é que não entendemos que não nos deveriamos queixar?

I could go on with this...
Poderia continuar...

rΣmnanT δf lifΣ

I just want to kill this pain
Can't stop this madness
I fall prey for this feeling, ignore it in vain
For this is what brings my sadness

Usually at night is where it thrives
Making me mad, leaving me in despair
It whispers in my ear, it shrives
I try to ignore it, finding it hard to bear

It's no use trying to break free
I have created my own wall
Created from remnants of my debris
From which alongside I cannot stroll


I hope that this can stop
For I fear my head might pop

And with the last rays of the setting sun...

(whispers)

Enjoy the view while it lasts,
for you should, let it haunt you,
this moment...

Think about what you became
What about all of those surrounding you?
Don't you ever think about them?
Don't you ever think about what they think about you?

Enjoy the scenery...
Haven't you noticed that black spot?
Just over there...
Doesn't that remind you of something?
I bet you it does..

I find it ironic, the way you deal with your shit!
Try to be a man will you?
Life has given you much,
yet I thought you would be able to learn.

Last warning...
..........................................................

SHUT IT! GOD DAMN IT!

2

It's been two years since I first posted on this blog ...
Let's hope for two more ...

In remembrance of a near past

Now when I look back I see that change was not what I really wanted. That feeling without any name now gets me angry, sad, worried.. Still cannot tell how I felt when I first knew... Now days pass by and all seems so dampened. Why this... ?
There are still a lot of things that I cannot explain about me and my life.
My manner, my selfishness...
You will always be present.




















Farewell, you will always be missed...

In your eyes

As you see me across the room,
you notice that I'm nothing
but a blurry picture.

See... that aura that surrounds me?
Relax... There's nothing you can do.
There are certain things that I need to solve.
There are subjects in which you shouldn't meddle.

As you see me walk away,
you start to wonder:
"Why is he in such a mess?"
These days I'm nothing
but a blurry picture.

I'm not trying to compensate for anything...

Lamúria

Profundamente e em silêncio, olhando o céu, lembro-me das ondas, que me levam,
juntamente com as minhas memórias já parcialmente esquecidas.
Intrínseco nesse momento um sorriso flutua nessa brisa,
subindo e descendo e morrendo dentro de mim.

Nunca havia antes reparado,
durante todo este tempo
o que guardava cá dentro...
aquilo que nao conseguia ver
algo que nem consigo descrever.

E essas ondas que me levam, levam tambem tudo o que me sufoca,
tudo o que magoa dentro de mim.
Para além deste horizonte está o meu sonho,
guardado pelo murmurar de vozes choramingando ao vento.

Avista-se ainda uma tempestade, que se refunde
em todos estes pensamentos que me surgem quando tento adormecer.
Quando me dou conta estou olhando de novo para o céu,
e uma corrente de ar passa...

Moonlight Sonata

At last,

(damned reaper to hell),
there are seven days light
the song, you sing is depressing
Running about saving the day
The noise is pride again today
Why is thy wildly smoking?

Demon of time
He is probably a highlight
Put out passion, no slide, day into night
A clouded heaven saves a black jay
or so they say...
The voice is pride again today
Wildly making oneself merry... 

Katatonia - Distrust

Running my way towards oblivion
Inside my head electric insomnia
In your mind i'm fed with distrust
Heading for anything better than this

I want to be forgotten
I want you to forgive
How I'm losing all this
It's just the way I live

Running my way towards oblivion
Inside my head smokescreen's gone
Leaving all this to be undone
Heading for anything better than this

Running my way towards oblivion
Outside my head only the dark
In your mind i'm the end of it all
Heading for anything better than this

Right

What do you think about these?

• Like them?

• Hate them?

Tell me why then, I'm free to listen.

5.06

Had I the courage all would be different...
Have I the will all will be different... In due time.

I'm running slow motion from this burning low compulsion
I suffer because from it I will learn not to suffer,
For all the air in the atmosphere will never be sufficient


And all these words are just my ghosts.
That's what I keep saying to myself,
Weakness will not enter!

Rosa

There were times I meant to say:
"I love you..."
"Thanks for looking after me..."
"You shouldn't worry so much..."
But instead I kept quiet.All that I could manage was sometimes a "Hmm..." or an "Ok..."
Sorry for not trying my best
Sorry if you felt I wasn't there for you anytime you needed


Please be safe...
Please look after me...
I will always love you mom
I will never forget you
Thank you for all you've done for me
I am very proud of you!
Please be safe...

Quando a mente está bem longe...

É o que tem acontecido comigo nestes ultimos dias.
Aproximam-se as férias... sente-se o verão "no ar".
Mas nestas alturas não me vem á memória a praia, o mar...
Vem-me a memória um sitio que tenho cá guardado.
Podia dissertar sobre quão fechada e limitada é a minha ilha,
mas isso já todos nós sabemos não ja?
O problema em questão é quando a saudade aperta,
e quando a situação em parte não o permite.
Tudo o que posso fazer de momento é ter esperança.
Esperança de conseguir re-visitar esse meu sitio.

Dou por mim de férias, cá na ilha,
mas em vez de aproveitar o bom tempo fico-me a moldar
essa esperança, a reforçá-la, a canalizá-la.
Certa parte dos momentos que passo agora são a pensar no que poderá ai vir,
ou não.

Please be patient....

It's exam period and I don't have time to post anything...
Hope you tune in later on!





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lie lay lain

Nail by nail, tooth by tooth
Soaring up inside of me
Every day, every time
Wax me, mould me
Heat the needles and stab them in
You have turned me into this
Clayman of yours
So do as you will,
Break me if you can!

At least in this fake reality I have a part...

Fear, regret....

[TO BE REWRITTEN]

Hurt

hurt truh
uhrt trhu
urht thru
urth htru

are you sure what side of the glass you are on?

Think for yourself...

My mind flows beyond explanation...

I am thriving to achieve a state I've always longed for.
A complex pattern of ideals keep going in and out of my brain,
and it isn't easy to select the best, so forth putting aside the worst.
The result is usually a small mixture of two discrepancies.

Today is Sunday... that alone I find depressing.
I woke up in an unconscious state of mind,
therefore I decided to let myself sleep some more
and try to forget about it.
And as I slept... these thoughts occurred.
My compassion is broken now.
My will is eroded, and my desire stolen and it makes me feel ugly.
I'm on my knees and burning.

So smell my soul burning.
I'm broken, looking up to see the enemy.
I have swallowed the poison you feed me... but I survive on it, and it leaves me guilt fed, hatred fed, weakness fed.. and I feel ugly, and dead inside.

This is the complexity I am trying to express...

Thou art resourceful

grief
_hours alone lift our feet
__from the knowledge

alive
_the dead endeavor
__cold, my hands

mind wandering
_dragging a heart-spun net
__in rough seas

a branch
_fallen to the roof
__downward and sloping

dead
_and this morning
__you'll never see

and then it hit me...

It has been a long time since my last post but you need not to worry, for I have not forgot of how important it is for one to write about their feelings and exteriorise their ideals. Be them positive, negative or both.
You must have been wondering... what have I done lately?
The answer is simple: Nothing much.
I guess I have been living my life to the fullest, yet there have been some problems, but nothing I can not handle.
It is now easier to understand myself; It feels good for a change.