Fin de siècle

Where the sky is burning Where the fog is lying down its wings On the brown soil Where are the reefs of the asphalt trees Like lost thought I was flying The wooden Grief lost in silence The scream of life cold as a shudder The acrid taste of air On the path i walk Loos'n' my own breath A fool with the tick'N' clock Bitter sorrow made by Moonlight The guest-snake fortunate gambler Its colder than ever Bits of life fall'N' from my hands Searchin for a dream I don't need it

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

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I see the past days in front of me Longin' for something that has passed Askin' about the future Hidden deep outside the world Insincere in my own intentions I found it inside of me It's been waiting for its new Moon To live in my eyes The instant Bitter like some bile Burning Burning like a wound Each simple day's over Pickin' up the Flowers Over the TV-Set To protect the eyes With bare hands Run' way from the pain In a world of a Dream Thrown into a whirl of reality Lips are so fervent Stars are so distant Each simple gesture Lookin' in each other's eyes Touchin' the hands I can tell...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

Darkness...? No, It's just that disgusting imagination. The day is no longer a day and the Night is glowing With the hellish colours of a rainbow. Hollow ambition, Earthly emotions, And power which Gives an illusory taste of darkness. You're dreaming of the gardens of eden but what you're Really making are only contaminated coffins. You desire to become like god himself, Yet finally you're Opening the corridor to the one who controls the clockwork Of Light...

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Run through the forest on a hot summer day Trying to break down the walls of numbing pain Give me a freedom to destroy Give me a radioactive toy Taste the water from the stream of running Death Eat the apple and cough a dying breath Feel the sun burning through your black skin Pour me into hole in form my next of kin Run through Grave-Yards on a dusty winter day Spit the dirt out and try to say... Give me a freedom to destroy Give me a radioactive toy

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 14, 2025

Sad Sad'n' Sufferin' That's the reward for eternal life The Red Colour of a sunrise like blood Pulsatin' in my veins Shadows of the Mothers' tears The nameless desert of an Abbys Dark'n' bare Walls of my prison Are screamin' out the voice of the past people Where is my land of hope? Words of despair'n' impotence, Humilation

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025