Fourthcoming Addiction

The mirror shows but half the truth I am not only what they see I hide behind my wicked mask The face of him I long to be My fathers face reflects in mine When they see me they think of him They think I am what they can see But I am more than flesh and skin What I can do, what I can be Stays hidden in my twisted mind They think I am a quiet boy My wicked mask makes people blind My life is a play The script always changing I look into the mirror And prepare for the charade Who I am, they can not see While I am lying sick in bed I wish everybody dead Increasing madness in my head

Submitted by The Void — Nov 14, 2025

Winter princess, queen of snow Hair of white and eyes of blue In her artificial night She does not dream like me and you Never ending freezing fever Hallucinations turning real Never ending freezing fever Her open wounds will never heal Winter princess, cold as ice Takes the heat of dreams apart Fantasies of love and light Can't survive inside her heart Winter princess, be my star Tell me what to do and say Make me cold and unaffected Take my burning pain away Winter princess, girl in white In her hand a frozen rose Wind and storm protects her sadness Dancing snowflakes where she goes

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 14, 2025

They took my body today I saw them tear it to pieces They filled my lungs with water then gave me air again My flesh was worth nothing my blood even less Their words were ice and fire My answers silent as death They were blind for my tears They were deaf for my screams They didn't know I was watching They didn't know that I heard They took my body today but my mind is still free They believe that I am dead but I still think, and therefore I am...

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 14, 2025

Mankind was given mortal life The joy of life fills the hearts of men The children of man feel the rain And the soft breeze touching their skin The angels were given immortality Pure salvation fills the hearts of angels The children of angels have never felt the rain Or the soft breeze touching their skin The children of man Are born with dreams They dream of having Wings to fly The children of angels Have no imagination They can fly But they can not enjoy I dream without knowing how I am a fallen angel I dream of being a mortal man I am a fallen angel The children of man Are inquisitive explorers They wonder and ask questions They long for knowledge The children of angels Are natives of eternity They have got all the answers They long for ignorance

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 14, 2025