Prelude to a Sentimental Journey

The fire is out, and spent the warmth thereof This is the end of every song man sings The golden wine is drunk, the dregs remain : Bitter as warmwood, and as salt as pain And hope health have gone the way of love Into the drear oblivion of lost things Ghosts go along with us until the end: This was a mistress; this, perhaps, a friend... With pale, indifferent eyes we sit and wait For the dropt curtain and the closing gate This is the end of every song man sings James Elroy Flecker

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

Hear what I brought with my fear Hear What I thought scars I feel Born in the crowd of the rusty pleasures of your kind burn like a shout that'll never rise from your heart Fall Never cry alone Fall Never cry alone Hear what I brought sign the will raise the soul Hear what I thought scars I felt were unreal Feel What I brought to you What I brought to you Feel

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Silence has fallen, and my burnt-out inner self has been plunged into complete darkness. and not so long ago, the spark of my stray humanity used to glow with thousands of irrational colours. Now... is already here. it's impossible to move away from its intrusive presence. This permanent contact causes fear and disgust. so much you can see walking along the cemetery alley; the silence is not just silence... It is destiny!

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

We took another step to raise the dark from source to drink from vanity the wall of our dreams crack the ray of cry crack the ray of light to fade out the sun crack the ray of cry crack the ray of light conscience stopped by the gun We put your soul on the ground that one reason for your fear to be bound put your soul to be bound We cried the endless night so pleased with the loosers' reward closed in the silent crowd we played on soundless sound Le temps esi l'ombre, la vie un de clin. partout autour ie sons la destruction. le calm mortel pas un son, quelque chose a dispari, le temps est l'ombre pare me des ruines. Skies of the velvet clouds burnin' like a damn blind eye why did we throw that crown? what will the naked soul find?

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

Please me or bless me I'm full of your lack depress me and press me to give me your slack weed of your decease anger of your bliss Crown all your world cell you gave me to live wiil be my jail my reason to fell that hate you love to breed will be your decrease Crash me or slash me I'll fix to your dreams depress me and press me I'll feel what you'll give found lieing on the floor the day you realesed your fear.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Let it be for you a great and high mystery in the light of nature that a thing can completely lose its form and shape, only to arise subsequently out of nothing whose potency and virtue is far nobler than what it was in the beginning. Paracelus

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

One day I saw a fear in the eyes of the clown dancing in the middle of my dream selling prescribed grief the short cut of knife that forbade to breathe the caravans of life The marriage of nothingness and greyness was joy with short bursts of laugh dying on the lips of mourness those trying not to avoid the path leading to the unstoppable will of survive A god's cold face stone that marks miles of our life Fragile like withered leaves overgrown with the moss they are trying to imitate a divine ship a velvet hulk that is struggling against the wind and being torn by desires of astorm I saw the face of god so crumpled like a sheet wich remainds me of the night awake

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

That's the game of chess your life against the death and you're a looser just loosing your last breath the clock's tick tock seems to be dead men's talk and you're a looser juast loosing your last breath The point of death has never been closer enter the garden of chaos and order A rude awake from the dream from the dream that you've been painting It's a dream within a dream so much yet to be seen how much time is it taking till you feel the agony and still you are searching for your lost memories but you know you'll have a blind date with your death The chance to live has never been closer enter the garden of chaos and order A rude awakening from the dream from the dream that you've been painting A sweet awakening from the nightmare of the hating a dream within a dream so much yet to be seen

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Wooden grief lost in silence dream of life cold as shudder Every day from birth only way I walk. loosing my own breath fool with ticking clock Bitter sorrow made by moonlight the guest snake fortunate gambler There's colder than ever Bit's of life are fallin' from my hands

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Far so far away there's an impulse in your brain it remains invisible but it's waiting for a day In the maze of the ego's secret place you'll detect your other self always silent still yourself The grains of sand are pouring down what was then will not be now you're staring at your hourglass ashes to ashes and dust to dust Close enough the old book of hate and love study life to learn to die till you utter your last cry Feel your blood getting frozen getting stopped you don't have to fight again no more living no more pain

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

There is a lime and there is space....As soon as you are born you are caught in between. Then, you may spend your life either waiting for your time or wasting your I have never wasted my time. Maybe that's why one night I felt as if I had been born again. With no rhyme or reason, I began to laugh and behave like a happy child expecting a beautiful gift. I could not recognize myself, the whole change was so sudden, so quick... And on that unforgettable night, I saw death's face, and nothing has ever since been the same. It was shortly after that close encounter with the grim reaper, when I went on my journey in search of the ultimate knowledge, but the only answer I have found, so far, but more questions...

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

The role of Jack-o-lanterns is to be a bridge a bridge to a desert a hope in empty words is like the sand, the sand that burns my soul with a glow of desires Who was I? Who Am I? Who'll I be? Should I try? Can we stop the rain if the sky is blind can we stop the tear a bird that is divine Left the night behind silent candle prayers no one's ever found tear that pined away How strange... so moonlit is the great wall of china; this night! the huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower. what am I doing here? I feel spiritually naked under these chinese skies. Not thinking, still waiting... all those myths and beliefs, I have heard seem likely to happen, now. what have I come here for? I remember nothing... The chinese girl: good gods have sent me here to warn you. but my warning is a riddle, and the final answer belongs to you, master. please, listen up: what lies between reality and unreality and we all have to go there? Nothingness, it is nothingness

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

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MAN : How strange...So moonlit is the Great wall of China, this night! The huge full moon is casting long shadows before my eyes as I'm slowly strolling over the wall, approaching another tower. What am I doing here? I feel spiritually naked under these chinese skies. Not thinking, still waiting...All those myths and beliefs, I have heard seem likely to happen, now, what have I come here for? I remember nothing... CHINESE GIRL : Good gods have sent me here to warn you, but my warning is a riddle, and the final answer may belong to you, Master. Please, listen up : what lies between reality and unreality, and we all have to go there? MAN : Nothingness, it is nothingness.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025