Mind Clock

When colors are faint and dull
And yellow is just a shade of grey
Lost time’s just a piece of broken glass
Lurking in your path of today

You’re never out, never inside
Never on the threshold
Out of place, out of time
Out of sense, out of mind

Your smile masks the sorrow
For the days you cannot borrow
               It cuts deep
The lie that there’s always one more tomorrow
               …Until there ain’t…
Too many secrets beneath the shallow
               The brighter the light
               The deeper the shadow

Listen to the tic-tac
               Time marches on
Waiting for no one
Reaping souls
One by one
Taking us all along
               Always forward, never back
               At the tune of the accursed tic-tac

               Tic-tac, tic-tac
Never going back
               Tic-tac, tic-tac
Imprisoned in his track
               Tic-tac, tic-tac
               Ever alone
One moment you’re here
And then you’re gone

“Mind Clock”
António Eryx Santos
23:22/31-01-2026
Roma – Itália

Lines of Trinity

Chosen
is the night
Alliance
…Ritual
beneath the eye
Moon, soon
to come
perpetual, lie
fiend of doom
Spheres
twisting now
images, shades
I invoke
free
coming slow
onto me
dark to see
So old
crossroad
paths, cold key
power
Mortal blood
spilled
breeding new
Destiny
fate of few
talking
whispering low
fear
what’s to come
ain’t light
ain’t Sun
Ancient crow
deadlier
than me
being three
called
laws of lust
Trinity
one but we
three but me
creating
maybe insanity
Forever evil
walking straight
lines of life
together
ever fate
growing
into all
Secret
great souls
wandering
toward eternal
It has begun
age of Ritual
giving red
immortal

“Lines of Trinity”
António Eryx Santos
06:24/23-09-1994
Monte de S. Bartolomeu – Nazaré

Veiled

I’m standing
departed
from belief
Where’s faith?
Where’s God?
…
Blood
painted hands
I see, mine
Can it be?
Provocation
taken reason
woman, dead
by me, just me
unsustained rage
beauty
teared apart
Bath of red
lust, wish
to eat her heart
Final touch
scene
ever on dream
Damned
…
Now
what lies
to see
Worthless prayers
God, Heaven
songs, praises
where?, tears
from no one
to no man
Not sadness
just mind
wandering lost
in semidarkness
Natural vengeance
blinding evil
objective clarified
to kill…
…
Pain, inflicted
so good, angelical
climax eternal
Life
running red
emptying will
overfilling me
Breeding light
I’m aware, not to care
to the next victim
I’m near
Beware!
… … … … …

“Veiled”
António Eryx Santos
07:10/23-09-1994
Monte de S. Bartolomeu – Nazaré

Emptiness

White as empty
Twisted life of me
Unending despair is my entombed will

To what nameless Gods I obey?
What I want when I pray?
Untitled image that inside I feel

Spiritual rules to sentence misery
Lethal labyrinth where I sunk slowly
Diluted in spherical and symbolic beliefs

Inert beneath the feet of lie
Confined to a depressive soundless cry
Symphony of sharp chaos and forgotten myths

Inward I see the vastness of dark
Erupting memories of a lifeless past
Oblivion’s healing my symmetric agony

My sane perspectives are mistakes
What Life doesn’t want Death takes
Delirium is the voice of my lost intimacy

Why the tears keep going?
What’s the purpose of life?
Solemn emptiness of being
I want to die…

“Emptiness”
António Eryx Santos
17:18/09-10-1994
Nazaré

Will I Return?

Locked inside myself
Claustrophobic thoughts
Full of delusions, no one understands
Living without breath
Believing without Gods
                    Who am I
                    Or what should I be
                    In this insane world?
                    No one whispers the answer!…
                    I can’t be me
                    Since my innocence they’ve stolen

I’m alone, desperate
And I want to cry
Why the rules, the chains? Let me die!
Only in the warmth of death I’ll know why
                    Dreams of gore
                    Painted with blood
                    It’s me
                    Getting far from reality…
                    …

Pits of black
Mirroring my past
                    I can’t see, I don’t dare
                    There’s nothing there
Where was time
When I was a child
                    I could see
                    But there was nothing for me
What am I
Or what should I be
                    All is empty
                    There’s nothing for me to see

“Will I Return?”
António Eryx Santos
21:07/05-03-1995
Monte de S. Bartolomeu – Nazaré

No End

No End I am for No End
I am building my own for myself
I am here to taste hell

Thanks God, for letting me born into Chaos
Thanks Father, for letting me burn in Sin
I will achieve beyond the Reigns of Man

                    I shall return
                    Overturn
                    Hatred willing fate

                    Blood shall run
                    Away from the Sun
                    Unholy faith beyond my grave

Fear I face, their eyes burst in disgrace
Life’s for breed, Man’s blood running into me
I corrupt the Laws of Divinity

Dying in lust, in light I don’t trust
I wander in dark, offering my wrath
This is my way, my endless path

                    No End for my End
                    I am the End of all Man
                    And if No End means Sin
                    No end I have been then

“No End”
António Eryx Santos
23:30/04-10-1995
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Veiled Assassins

Inner dark inside your soul
Subduing your inconscient
And you only suspect he’s there

He controls but never shows
Sneaking like an evil serpent
Inducing bloody nightmares you cannot bear

And you awake
Bathed in frightened sweat
-Your personal scent of fear-

Believed security can fake
And you only hear in your head
-“I’m here!”-

You’ve sacrificed to yourself
As the demon you deeply are
Forgotten dreams that can’t be dreamt nevermore

You deny but you’re in Hell
Damnation’s not so far
Secret killer… Veiled assassin evermore

Say goodbye to sanity
Welcome the pleasure of the killing
Feed your lust with the blood of the fight

You really awake and those supposed lies can’t be
You don’t want to believe in what you’re thinking
But there’s always the same dreams night after night

“Veiled Assassins”
António Eryx Santos
22:46/07-10-1995
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Green Eyes

Green eyes bright
Glowing so clean
In the clear night
Whispering light

I cannot tell
If it’s an invitation
Heaven or Hell
I buy what they sell

Green eyed ghoul
Enigmas they give
Taking my soul
With the green eyes I go

“Green Eyes”
António Eryx Santos
22:53/07-10-1995
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira

Troubles & Doubts

Anticipation, minder of fact
Natural wrath, caught in the act
Where’s prediction?

Guilt, minor effect
Slight lies, Devil’s Pact
Reason for affliction?

Slavery, wrong sociality
Moral, everlasting insanity
How to get out?

Tradition, denying divinity
Wisdom, ever-growing artistry
Inner screaming shout?

Out law, that’s our way of living
Religion, ever on the edge of damnation
There will be always troubles & doubts

Outcast, common way of being
Social man, nightmare of chaotic creation
Never mind, it’s not your fault…

“…Because there will be always troubles & doubts”

“Troubles & Doubts”
António Eryx Santos
22:21/12-10-1995
Funchal – Ilha da Madeira