The Splinters
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1. No Words Left music: Мэри lyrics: Мэри Don’t you know Why it hurts so much, When all you need Is just to keep silent? Don’t you know Why it feels so bad When everyone around Knows the answer But keeps it low? No words left, Because I don’t want To open my mouth Like ashore laying fish. No words left, Because my tongue is tired so much To articulate idle sounds. Ignorance hurts, Silence crashes against your walls. And now I learn to make no complaint, Make no complaint and wisely think, To think with words and not with blury images, Which turned into those damned words. I myself did not comprehend them And I wasted to many words Speaking about nothing. No words left, No words left to portray my frightful thoughts. I can’t analyse them. No words left. No more pain, no more fear, No more grief, no more humiliation.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
Цирк на ладони – В душе пустота Ты выдох за вдохом Читаешь с листа, В надежде измерить Научным путём, Откуда пришли мы И после уйдём Разум велик, Но мысли ничтожны, - Какой тогда смысл В исчислениях сложных? В жалких попытках Себе доказать, Что жизнь - просто повод, Чтобы дышать? Ты, окружив себя стеной, Так исступленно ищешь выход, Но с 4-х сторон тупик, И только вверх возможен выпад В желании просто объяснить То, что уму не поддаётся, Ту стену хочешь сокрушить, Что нерушимой остаётся Излишние принципы Слились воедино С холодным расчётом Твоей паутины, Сплетённой в надежде Увязнуть покрепче И так размышлять Над судьбой человечьей, Пытаясь на пальцах Себя убедить, Что ты в состоянии Смерть объяснить
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
The ashes in my hands Are what you've told today. The frankness is in what you Will deny me tomorrow. Indifference - here’s the most refined Gift to my enemies. But I'll present it later, When I suppress my fury. And shall leave you alone With your misanthropy. We treated each other With blame for breakfast, Smile for dinner And treachery for supper. Why is it considered a weakness To stand beyond this framework? Each of them wants To be strong in his weakness. And they think They can see through me, But actually they are blind from birth. They wish only to devour each other, To drown the weaker, To rise the most above. Stay alone with your misanthropy.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
I’ve tried so much to reform What has uprooted it from myself And threw it in your face As a dirty cloth. Forgive me for my contradictious feelings. Once they will be crushed with indifference And I'll quietly rejoice at this. Oh, please, cut my soul Even deeper, than you like. Eviscerate again and again, The all rotten insides Of my good intentions, Which are so easy to mock at. Break the glass wall, Behind which you hide your humanity, Break to thousands of splinters And let they pierce yours plasticine thoughts, These ugly logic chains. I want to see, how you'll be cut. I want to see, how you'll awake. I want to see, how you'll regain your sight. I want to see, how you'll reborn. Ask me about my thoughts, Pass on splinters above the brink of chasm, At which I am afraid to glance. Go and I'll laugh at you and at myself, Laugh so loudly That you'll drop down and fall Below my masochism, Below general immorality. You will see yourself from the other side And will perceive your baseness, And being in despair you'll be frightened And will lose your mind.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
Воздух тает В туманных глазах Чёрной стаей Вороны и страх Тёмной глиной Мир в кулаке Всё в едином Бесформенном сне Расплавленных нейронов Неизбежный распад, Ментальный атавизм Подсознательных действий, Уродуя мышление, толкает назад, К невидимым границам Внелогического детства И когда-то это станет сильней, Чем скопление надёжных Эмпирических знаний И течение размеренных дней Оборвётся тихим хрипом Уходящего сознания Воздух тает В безумных глазах, Пожирая Измученный прах Тени, тени! Ночью нет сна, Ужас видений, Слепая луна Грохот пульса, Рычащий обвал Космос качнулся И в бездну упал Свечи гаснут, Агония и бред Всё напрасно Выхода нет!
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
My thoughts are closed By persuasive sensation, That someone plays with me Dangerous games, Games of rotting of consciousness And devastation of soul, Games of causing me pain. How could I not noticed before Those nocturnal dominations In such decent society, Condemning all perversions by the light? Suddenly I've realized, That the game of sadism Can not stand dweebs, That sadism is a weakness of the strong, Irresponsible walk on rotten place, The abyss that engulfs Deeper and deeper... My eyes had opened and I’ve seen These people avoiding my sight, These people, who want to be on top, The people installing Hopelessness in me, The people seeing only An obedient victim in me, The people playing sadism with me. And the more I regain my sight, The more everything around gets dark. I'm already almost blind. The contradictions have tortured my mind. Something has emerged from the depths And is pulled outside. I perpetrated terrible deeds, I found out strange bents in myself. Suddenly I've realized That I play as well as all. I play sadistic games.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026
3. Escape From Oneself music: Мэри lyrics: Мэри I see by a splinter of an artificial eye The shadows of the leaving people, Which I trusted not long ago. I toss about on the corridor Of the cluttered consciousness And seek for exit from madness, Seek to oneself for a place, A chink to escape from oneself. I tried to help the drowning friends, But they just laughed At the extended hand And sunk into the swamp. It is repugnant to to bang by the head Against a wall in hope That someone will see the bare surface of pain, Which has overfilled my mind And asks to let it out. I’ve lost the way. How to find the exit from The endless tunnel of uncertainty? It’s so hard to realize one’s weakness and uselessness. To drop on bottom with scream “Please, hold me back!”.
Submitted by NecroLord — Jun 21, 2026