Eleven Fingers

My fingers are the artist's brushes With cold bones and bloddy nails Ten angels ok knowledge and art Guides for malevolent trails Crush my joints and cut my skin Force my hands to pray My life is a brick wall on the front of you Full of heretic years and days But now my pieces are joined as one United with the whitest bride I burn my selfish destinations And never will this stream of rays run dry The unification of ten elements The alliance to gather the wild and the wise Forget your days of joy and disgrace Supress the laughter and their cries

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

The shadow in my glass of wine The face on the lackluster surface So is this the sign for the changes to come? This hidden gate to the realm without law? Unseen movements in reality Two images in one form Twins so different so alike Jus flip the coin to choose your side Angels aside, let me see the demon The disguised beast behind the veil Give me the order for these words And thoughts that circle my mind Now i drink the wine and swallow the shadow Now i take my knife and slash this landscape apart The source of impressions boils like blood from the wound And strikes into my soul through my dead heart The bridge is built and the streams flows Abstract waves in this microcosm My boat of nails and oars of ones Shadows recurin the rivers grooves

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

My pulse is my mantra The prayer only in my ears The church bells of my body Calling for swords and spears Because this is the warpath To the altar of sacrifice Because this is the warpath To crush these weak lies Northern lights are blazing Like the dragon under my skin Downpour of heavy feathers Can't hide the way of the kind Winds of doubt and disbelief Are washing my seekers eyes But I travel through plasters casts To destroy the inner idea of paradise Because this is the warpath To the altar of sacrifice Because this is the warpath To crush these weak lies

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Blue haze ghosts from the vlass bottles Shapes to abstract nebulas The space between my trembling hands My fingers vleave the flocks of meteors The brightest flame burns most rapidly The artists skin is wrinkled in the morning But the eyes pulsate as stars The strength of my gaze shall carry far A mortal creature breaking borders The seed of infinity in the dead flesh Thge claen paper is so young You must stain your youth to create Now when I sit on the steps of my tower My fingertips turn to dust But when I raise my gaze It rides with comets forever

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

In the light In the ceiling The night bends And shatters to dust I'm awake Feverish words The dream is dead My eyelids burn The stars are dancing and taking a stand I meditate and try to understand A thousand Lines in thousand forms Like weak leaves un autumn storms In the room In the walls The cracks widen And break the peace My spine coils Too many truths The gold for lies Betray my mind

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

A never-ending spring from the caves of the world The world made of flesh and clay Rivers of pious fluids through the perished land The land of the matter, not here to stay Flow through these chambers Torch these dying embers Fulfill this empty vessel of mine Wash my eyes to see Wordless psalms in the buried convent The convent of four altars THe king is suffering from the hungerland the thirst Flow through these chambers Torch these dying embers Fulfill this empty vessel of mine Wash my eyes to see Spill and show my colour of the true confession Confession of wisdom out of reach I am the most loyal and humblest martyr Martyr just for me

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I gather parts from the dark river Like the old mother in the old story The feet, the liver and even the smallest toes I must gather them all This is the secret task in the secret plan I must darn the stitches right The words are my needles I enclose the horror and the fright Dried are the veins and dried are the tears The dark water has run back to its source Spit and sand I use to make a whole Now nothing fails and nothing falls I inhale the sky and the virgin stars Everything that is and could have been All the paths and all the ends Every leaf from these two trees I give the soul to the body The soul to the body and hear the gasp I give the soul to the body The soul to the body and feel the grasp

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025