Convenience

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient.
                                                                                   -- Charles Bukowski

And when loving someone ceases to be convenient, discard that person.

Right?...

Find the well

1. The Entering (Myrding Prologue)

Everything lies in silence
Taking the final steps
Entering life
A life of mysteries never to be seen
Struggling for survival
Then the silence is back
Leaving the flesh
Why is my world created this way?
Empty existence
I wish the void no more


2. Myrding

My weak cry sounding deep down from below
A sound of another world, so fragile
I'm telling a story of a destiny
So devastating, my soul can not rest
Murdered by the womb in cold blood
Shame forcing the mind and the will
A crime above all crimes
Never baptized, nor nursed

My vengeance will strike hard
All sinners must pay the price
Blood of their own blood
Mother descending down to hell

Please give me a name
Please give me my peace
Bury my body
Deep down in the dark soil to rest

Unwanted, left alone
Starving, rotting, screaming
Until the silence comes
Leaving the flesh
Where's the drink of life
Help me to find the well
Blood from the core
Lifeblood turns to death

Please give me a name
Please give me my peace
Bury my body
Deep down in the dark soil to rest

Say my name
Please save my soul
Bury me
In the dark soil to rest

The Entering (Myrding Prologue) and Myrding, by Ereb Altor, Epic Dark Viking Doom Metal

Why?

It is such a simple question, yet seemingly the most difficult one of all to answer for most people: “Why?”

Maybe if people examined their motives more carefully, and took fewer decisions they know in their heart are utterly selfish, they wouldn't be so scared to admit the reasons for their actions. Except when a lack of introspection is the perpetrator, it is shame that governs the reluctance to answer. People know they do wrong, but they shrug and do so anyway. When confronted, they run and hide. But you can't run from your own shame.