The Gloomy Reflection of Our Hidden Sorrows
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In a sea of desolated forms, Every night you see an apparition Hear voices of a known strange, Frustrations are your reasons to live Think you walk to the future, In reverse is your destiny In each face, see the ferid figure Of your macabre, misery of sanity Your rotten subconscious, Awakes the feeling of repulsion, Everyday, in every person, Expulses the horror of your worst fear Dismember the abomination The morbid desolation of your spirit, That influying the endless anguish, Of anxieties never seen Drowned, poor soul, possessed by confusion Tenebrous apparition coming, Why do live more? The wisdom of my madness, Is opened to the extremes The shadows of my past, Enter in the rain of death Wishes of a quiet peace, Turn to lost illusions Impure thoughts of blasphemies, To all the so called gods Hate and fear control, my weak piece of humanity Emptiness like sepulcher, horror born from mind Awaiting my salvation, of this self immolation Sometimes the aware being, becomes the reincarnation Of all loathsomeness, agonizing with anger to die, Ignoring the infinite reality Tenebrous apparitions, infestation of desolation Tenebrous apparitions, the main fear is yourself
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026
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Awake of a trance - of putrid remains The odor of decomposition Brings back reality Trapped in my coffin I'll rise again Feelings of necrophagia Make my sorrows appear A premature funeral Started all this fucking torment As I begin to walk To my insane mind comes Grotesque visions of a rotting Christ And now I see all the false prayers I'm choking with my own blood And I see my guts on the floor Suppurating vile viscous liquid I'm decomposed, they will be too The fear of desolation It's filling your body You know you're alone And the smell of rot is here Now you see his deformed face Feel your brutal death All your innards in his mouth A disgusting feast with your gore He's ripping the mass of organs Bestial devouring of your limbs Zombie laughs as you scream How the dead can awake? And as I torture this carcass My mind starts to think, why am I undead? But if Jesus rise from the dead Maybe he was a cannibal zombie like me
Submitted by SerpentEve — Jun 21, 2026