An Illusion to the Temporary Real
One must be remiss when their prospects of bliss Will abandon all reason to blend with decay A banquet of fools in the lunatic season The cards that I've dealt are so vulgar today Enchanted with the flow I swim these streams Of tears Once torn apart That meet as one To dwell beneath the eye in realms of dreams And thrive within the shadows of the sun It is through this I will drift empty handed With a destiny sailing half mast This sun, may it set on obscurity yet And arise when the now is the past I cannot recall why I'm taking a fall I'm abandoning reason This blend is decay I dine with the fools in the lunatic season The cards I've been dealt are the cards that I play Enchanted with the flow I swam these streams Of tears Once torn apart That met as one And dwelt beneath the eye in realms of dreams But dried beyond the shadows of the sun
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
Chagrined, I lie ensconced between the dreaming and the dead Let my eyes perceive degrees and not directions For the sanguine expectations that embellished prior years Are the fervent hopes now lost in imperfections The emaciated soul seeks to conceptualize itself In an illusion to the temporary real Within, thus beyond, we segregate our spirits From the probing hands that touch but cannot feel Through cognitive dysfunction aspirations stay utopian Like dying leaves that to their branch still hold Unaware their will may yet delineate futility They agitate a flame already cold Plagued with trepidation through the volatile states Foreordination links me to the now For even if I sought escape I'd only leave despair And my death would be one final awkward bow
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 23, 2025
Never shall I love another earthborn face And I (the knave, the fool) will stay inept Condemned to forge a barren hell To deify and then dispel That summers' love....... in winters' rain I wept At the vista on the edge of forever Where the party is culminating thus Iago deals a hand again That I have not the wit to comprehend Above all else our birthright to be shackled will remain And paths we choose can only be so wide To greener pastures hence? (Who knows?) The joker rocks the fence But in pastures, green or barren, we abide At this vista on the edge of forever Where the party has culminated thus The deified can now ascend To where I've not the wit to comprehend With the currency of damnation On whom do we spend our sorrow?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
My better self was always born tomorrow Though the wings of failed seraphs I would borrow As nights became obsessed with introspection The days a contravention of reflection Within the id a stranger did I form A lily on the waters of a storm I always searched the mountain for the chasm The catalepsy caught within the spasm I can feel no more as this empty shell I can feel no more as this empty shell Delusions in the grandeur of the dawn My better self , in essence, was stillborn
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025
Her mind engulfed with loathsome thoughts,the devil and dismay The burden of lifes' theatre and the stage on which we play Autumnal sun, no peace upon that burning, pale skin Frustration writhes around her yet the pain, it writhes within Amidst the roaming clouds her seething feelings slowly burn In knowing that he placed above all others shan't return For time will pass and never shall he come again to grace The wondrous glow he once professed to see upon her face To death betrothed Her union now a myriad of lies As dry in every way as burning sands In midnights' cover he covets another The all alluring vesper lover Left every grain to filter through her hands Alone again to reminisce of when her eyes were privy To the grandeur that is morn of every day Resplendent still, she walks in ghostly mists of those betrayed To mourn encroaching dusk and self decay To fade as light into the night, forever incomplete Alone to watch the spectrum turning gray
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
Immutable, in mists of gold beyond this Acheron How grandiose the touch will be when each caress is gone How bitter rests bereavement on the souls of those bereaved Funereal our lust, through an eternity conceived This grim façade of misery we never chose to share Do not the spineless crumble when their backbone isn't there? Tomorrow they will rise to find these remnants on the dew And realize with downcast eyes the guilt they never knew The dawn shall bring what lies beyond the shadows of our dreams An end to misconceptions through a tragedy it seems Alone we strive to greet the night as fates' benign embrace Seduces from a sanctuary beyond the life we face A love to curse this loveless earth, a weakness in a portal To humankind we bid farewell and thus retreat ... immortal
Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025
As one we will embrace the dusk Of times we all lament For every aspiration lost And every fortune spent Such hellish thoughts relinquished In the nightmares heaven sent Reflecting on the obsolescent Moments that we gauge Embody what is life Is just the stigma of an age A monkey is the king Of every kingdom in a cage Exquisite is the maya That pervades in every way As life, the subtle prelude To a posthumous display Embraces like a lover, as a thief It walks away As babes we thread dimensions Of an aged infinity From a past bereft of vision To the darkness do we flee The monkey may be caged but tell me Which of us is free?
Submitted by The Void — Apr 23, 2025