Self-Therapy
I walk Through Empty Rooms, Through The Purity Of Nothingness Empty Spaces, Like Vacuums And Nothing Touches My Remain Skin Coldness Warms My Loneliness, While Sunlight Darkens All Hope Left And Every Step Is Like I Didn't Went, And Every Day Goes Down On Meaning My Pain Is Constant But Still Not Felt, I Walk Throught, I Pass This Beeing This Nothingness, This Silence, This Loneliness, This Tyrance! Fog Rises And A Cold Haze Lies On My Skin I Take This Last Steps Through The Fiels Of Trueness My Time Has Come - My Light Will Die This Will Be The Lasr Act Of Liberty The Las Struggle Against Our Primal Laws Once Doomed To A Life That Was Never Real The Commitment Of Suicide - A Grab Fot Liberty Assisted By The Dark By The Search And Its Pain Conducted By The Haze By An Indispersable Negativity My Unborn Body Walks Through This Nightmare Of Fate On Search To Escape On Search To Breath My Hate Into Its Spring Into Ist Soul I want To Destroy All The Real I Wish To Rise My Dreams Above All... ...Above All! Slowy-The Room Fills With Memories Slowy The Puzzle Become Fixed A Boy's Fighting With Demos A Man's In Battle With Himself Trances Of (Self) Mutilation The Sign Of Reasone Fades In Black To Blame For It Is Everything Sentenced Should All The Secular Cause The Boy Is Much More Than The Man Will Ever Become The Principle Os Simplicity Is Why The Rooms Are Empty Nobody Has Ever Lived There ...As They're Nobodies Home It's Done Its Over I'm Wafting Weightless Between Past And Fucking Future (And) Time Has No More Meaning All Pain Is Life All Wounds Are Healed All Dreams Come True ...Because I Walk Throught Empty Rooms, Throught The Purity The Purity Of Nothingness Empty Spaces, Like Vacuums And Nothing, Nothing Touches My Remain Skin Coldness Warms My Loneliness, While Sunlight Darkens All Hope Left And Every Step Is Like I Didn't Went, And Every Day Goes Down On Meaning
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
In Harvest When Dead Leaves Fall It's Like My Second Spring Mind I'M Wondering. I'm Asking Myself Could There Any Correction Of Lifes Fooling Or Should I Ask Heaven For Season Or Should I Ask Hell How To Fight Against Against This Sickness Against This Virus Of Making Every Day Is A New Fucking Challenge To Keep My Fucking control Every Year Is A Nwe Fucking Cycle To Accept Lifes Law And Bottling Fury And Rage And Channeling Hate And Pain To My Next One. To My Wife To My Childs And To Myself In Spring When The Sun Bright Shines It's Like My Second Harvest In Heart I'm Wondering. I'm Asking Myself Should There Any Correction On The Dead Ones Leeriness Am I Insane Am I A Real Man Or Am I Between Between And Fiction Between My Mind And Heart Between Life An Dead So Mabye You (?) Should Kill All Maybe This Would Be Your (?) Self Therapy Maybe The Only Solution Would Be A Total (Suicide) Holocaust Maybe I (!) Should Kill You All Maybe This Would Be my (!) Self Therapy Maybe The Only Conclusion Woulde Be To Impose The Drape Of Dead Above All
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
A Mighty Beyond All Imagination That PowerFul To Slave A Several Billon Beast That Unpredictable That Ruthless Proceeding It Only Comes When You Have Second Throguth All Valour Lost, The Foray Of Terror Continues Hopeless To Escape From This Self Build Scenario Once Created To Save From Peril But Later Used To Control The Weak Once Created To Prevent Misfortunes BUt Nowadays Used To Capture Your Dreams IF Anxieties Win, Your'll Never Know Wath It Means To Fly Like An Eagle, To Trush In The Wind IF Anxieties Win, Your'll Never Know Who You Are You're Dead Before Born. You're Lost In Yourself Are You Afraid Of Dead, Or Afraid Of Life? Are You Afraid Of Stand, Or Afraid Of Change? Are You Afraid Of The Others, Or Afraid Of Your Own? Are You Afraid Of Being Lonely, Or Afraid Of Coming Home?
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Fighting Against Everybody, Keeping The Blades Always High It's A Suffering Sestination, Fixed Deep In My Mind Driven By A Nameless Desire, By The Wish To Get Rest When Is All The Blood Dried When My Screams Trailed Off I'm Afraid Never To Get Away From This Nightmare, This Endless Strain Is This The Use Of My Life Always To Hate And Drain My Anger, My Fury And my Inner Turmoil Always To murder The Already Dead ones Always To burn The Already Ashed Ones Always To Sentence The Already Doomed Ones Always Beeing One Step Behind Them..
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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I Remember The Time Of The Hope - An Innocent Existing But The Graving Grows Faster As My Mind Can Bear A smutty Fog Of Wisdom Covers My Skin My Mind Burns Within My Skin Is Cold And Shows Me Resistance But The Infection Is All Along In (Me) This Is My Curse - This Your Curse - This Is Our Curse Forever - Together- Till Deth An Atmospheric Dimension Without Consistence To The Real But A True Genuine Inspiration Compared To Our One-Eyed World Ensue The Unknown To Experience Its Face Created By A Creator Without A Name Being In Suspence - Will Anger Be Called? Give Me A Chance To Reach Myself Silence, A Breath Of Coldness Touches My Dead And Empty Shell The Fire Within Turns Into A Deep And Dark Endlessness But The Wisdom Isn't Lost - It's On A Journey To Its Puspose To Infect The Seeds Of All Evil, The Seeds With Your Names I Never Felt This Kind Of Freedom, I Never Saw This Endless Light As The Sun Goes Up And Cold Winds Blowing My Mind Proceeds To Nothingness The More I Know About Life, The Less I Know To Live The More I Know About Myself, The Less I Know I've To Be The More I Know About Myself, The Less I Know What's Real The More I Know, The Less I Know I Fell Into A Deep Depression - I Walked The Way Of Truth...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026