The Misunderstood Eccentric Philosopher

Fire and Blood (excerpt)

Pierce our standards into the sky

March to Pearly and Damned Gates

Torch the temples

Raze the world to ashes

Trample the false underfoot 

Blast the trumpet to the spheres

To begin the butchery of gods and devils

Astral Apirations -or- On Consuming Aether

I. I but infinitesimal being seek

to consume and be consumed by divine fire

II. The billowing orbs of the firmament

blaze forth on high, lighting our way

III. My mundane blood yearns for the sacred blaze

IV. Blacken this crimson iron river

Purify with all-consuming ether

V. Suffocate my ivory neck. Clasp it.

Gorge me on ichor divine

VI. My ephemeral wisps are but idols

to the eternal cosmic furnace

onceavegun:

Song hits too hard.

onceavegun:

Song hits too hard.

born-t0-lose:

A Day To Remember - End Of Me

born-t0-lose:

A Day To Remember - End Of Me

cold-bloodrush:

The Amity Affliction ~ Fuck The Yankees

cold-bloodrush:

The Amity Affliction ~ Fuck The Yankees

(Source: happy-loser)

schematicsofamassacre:

The Amity Affliction- Anchors

schematicsofamassacre:

The Amity Affliction- Anchors

(Source: wolvesonleylines)

jessicaseesstars:

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House of Heroes - God Save The Foolish Kings

iamnotagoodman:

House of Heroes || God Save The Foolish Kings

We’re outcasts, only because we chose to dream
We’re princes who’d rather dine with thieves

We’re honest, only because the truth it cannot hide
God save us, the foolish kings.

We’re daring, only because we’ve none to lose
We’re lions missing half our teeth

We’re devils, trying to earn our angels wings
God save us, the foolish kings.

Somedays

Somedays you feel like the only way you can feel warmth is by having a red hot poker shoved up your ass until it exists your mouth

Somedays you feel like the only way to be interesting is by shooting yourself in the head

Somedays you feel like the only way to be loved is by covering yourself in writhing bodies

Somedays you feel like the only way to feel is by tearing down your senses bloodily.

Let me

Let me live, let me die

For I am nothing but

Monuments of neural

Cells and some memories

pinkgills:

the dude who pulls out a cigarette in front of a girl with lung cancer and then acts like sir dickweed mcfucklamp when she doesn’t understand the worst metaphor on earth seems to be tumblr’s newest squeeze

(Source: psovina, via fuckyeahtxtposts)