Biography of Unic Cjonr
Born the youngest of three, one to a brother and sister, in the month of the star sign Capricorn. Parents which are great, did the most at all times to ensure a good to a better life. Since i was little, the library was a time passing sanctuary. Inside and out, closed or open, i was always around. The intense peacefull parade, the whispers from books which layed dormant for decades, the fragrance lost to ink. W A O A
Unic Cjonr's Works:
Unic Cjonr Poems
Behind the void - Where darkness fills black to give birth to the shade of grey - Fear is being stalked by Decay - Predatory sickness which morals onto nothing - Transfixed by the stench of the dead - Alive by feeding for millenium on death - Purer by the extreme conditioning where there is nowhere to find - If you do, you will find decay - Next to the living, alive in death - Alive by being dead.
Be The Light
Words written down for vengeance. In between the blood flowing forms a sentence. Tears are formed inside your eyes. Heart broken I began to cry.
Breathless, I stare into your eyes >Beauty never before, painted a clearer picture inside the walls of my mind
Shipwrecked, I swim just to drown alone. I collide with my brain, begging, I have to release this pain. She is worse, worse to rain insane. She breaks my spirit.
Black Burned Soul
By the road, I am gathered. Lost to lost inside lust. Not to my belongings. Always to my emotional longing.
Ripped by hate, torn by my heart - Tears the hole in my chest, slivered by the thorns - I cried my best, tears lost to the dunes - Beauty lies in the sands, true by treasure -
Potion Or Spell
Power Of Dawn
Ring The Bell
Symbol of psychosis - The trap is set in your mind - The biscuits that you buy - Lies the stories that I sell -
Dead Trees Do Fall
Nines to Mine
Waking by the peace of sleep, walking through my nightmares.Dreaming when the sun shines on my face, endless by forever screaming.Walls made of clay, closing in, trapped by what makes nothing seems to be the fake of day. Who makes sense when senseless is the price i have to pay, that does not mean i have to stay. Single is my mind by time, secondly to the line where first begins to end the race and finish always last.I do not linger by the pointing of my fingers,
One Is 1
The race to end what is left of earth. One host to the bleeder. One bleeds blood and one bleeds the marrow. Inside the bones where the weaker weaps.
Hanged by the bullet, by the rope i am loaded into the gun -
I walk the path through the dunes -
Sand which will fill a millenium to the hour -
Seconds to the flame -
Burns dust into glass -
What once was, underneath my feet -
Now becomes the vessel of motion -
The carrier of liquid, sometimes the taste of wine -
The thirst by a cup, perfectly molded -