Slow Is the Suffering
Walking dead Risen from their burial at sea You better look behind you They are roaming free Fear their zombie hunger They’ll bring the end of the end Marching through a dark world Undead rotten plague of man Stallions white Ride tonight In my mind It’s always dragon time Death in my veins I've gone insane I bleed black Upon clear windowpane Doomed to die Madness in my eyes God of doom Mock my helpless cries Doomed to die I blew the final chance God of doom Take me lead me Titus Vanis Dance in your asylum Schizophrenic troll of hate Alive in killing darkness Feeling lost and born too late One mind living backwards See the mystic lady rise I am hallow’s victim Psychopath dying inside
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
I'm watching helpless my life turning to hell I'm falling endless into the pain of loss again Your lies were promises I read in tears from crystal eyes Your tender warm caress now is freezing me inside I'm bleeding and confused can I forget can I forgive I'm feeling sad and used why am I doomed to live I've closed this book too late so hard to change my fate I fall with broken wings My soul for one true kiss too weak for pain like this slow is the suffering Oh goddess spare me yeah this disillusioned tears Desperate abandonment guiding me through all these years All hope is gone for now forever there is no light beyond the black Cold dreamless sleep is beckoning and this oblivion is death
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026
Trapped here in nowhere alone with myself Infinite sadness my life feels like death No god to hear me in dark endless night Here in my brooding where dark kills the light Cast out from heaven and stranded in hell I've met with nightmares I drank from their well Thirty and lonely a miserable man A twisted soul no one understands Help me kill me I am born to terror again Nail me to your cross of shame I awake to torture again More years of cries and pain in vain Burden of sorrow it shatters my mind Beyond this sadness more sorrow I’ll find No love to soothe me no hand to caress I feel like dying but what horror is death A fallen angel sinful unholy forlorn Mocked by the righteous a prey to their scorn I turn around to face what is me A broken shadow lost in cold misery
Submitted by Warbringer — Jul 05, 2026