Psychoma?

(The new Messiah) Das Gift des Messias Rainbow's End The new Messiah Das Gift wartet auf uns am anderen Ende des Regenbogen Thankful as I stumble into future I fall asleep in this god-given Gift Kind of weird your absolution Father, make them go! Your hand touches my face As if it glides through water A kiss on lifeless flesh You should have practiced what you preach! First you asked for darkness And now you want the sun It's been so long since someone cared A hostage just to have a friend How thoughtful and how kind Drown my head in water Slice me into halves You really think I'd care? Legenden werden geboren und in kleinen Gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben was Du nie Beruhren wirst It is rather indefinable whether a dream can response to reality Or if it is possibly more likely that the knowledge Of the existence of our subconscious being Which sincerely rejects what is not in our definate(range of) acceptance Can survive much longer... However our decision may turn out The magic of its inspirative influence issurely the best proof To what research has made me accept... Metablic, schizoid indeed, s-care-ful-d we may tremble towards our future But still always being aware of nothing else more anxiously But of our dreams

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Eternal ice as far as eyes can see Deserted wind, an inspiration need This white horizon, so sure a lonely guard Oath to preserve, admire graceful art Flower in ice, this artificial life The beauty lies to your devoted feet Down on my knees, they feel so numb Are blue I talk to her, I dedicate my words Of course not, how could I dare to thaw Of course not, why should I care for life ...at all Immortal beauty, unbearable in splendour A season change as days fly by I see her thaw, give life to beauty To rouse me out of transformation Ice now bursts in thousand pieces Imprisoned I now under her I listen to this lifeless rushing And hear her speak to me now, softly Of course not, how could I dare to thaw Of course not, why should I care for life ...at all

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

(Anti Methusalem Syndrome) I plastered all these walls with color I drank your tears watered with wine Contented with this taste of anger Regarding this was mine I tested all in vague proportions I drank your tears like they were mine I dared to speak of new horizons And blinded both your eyes with mine Can you feel it coming? Can you feel it go? Anti Methusalem Syndrome Misled by an angel I thought I saw the sun bleed Up my throat they crawl To turn in little rumours Infinite temptation Fateful, formless, rare Distant condulation I know whose words they are How dare you speak, or even move Dimorphicly disabled gestures Prophylactic tendencies As bodies need their prostitution My tongue was bent in all directions Circling motion in slight confusion E-dead spies return in failure Prayer after prayer (just) in case it helps It's in our kind It's on my mind It's pure and holy It's what I've done...,done to you Can you see him running? Can you see his home? Anti Methusalem Syndrome

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Fragile! Fragile! Fragile! Fragile! Tranquility has lost its silence Disguised in wildest rage A thoughtful friend, the chosen sinner My stability too vague For what now have I suffered? For what now have I died? The wildest creatures touch my body I feel my breath disperse Fragile! Fragile! Fragile! Fragile! I tried to see My liberty I tried to find My conscious mind I tried to see Humanity I tried to fly Away from my Mortality undone Was it ever In my range of chance In my strongest urge I know at least it was Was it ever In my range of chance In my strongest urge I know at least it was Enflame my paradise with wisdom Strangely rare intoxication A legend dies, to stay alive A priest will hold your hand Trust in god, and pray for the devil An angel heals the deepest wounds Or at least I think so Was it ever In my range of chance In my strongest urge I know at least it was Was it ever In my range of chance In my strongest urge I know at least it was Trust in god, and pray for the devil An angel heals the deepest wounds Or at least I think so

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Drop dead-permanently gorgeous In the mood to lose control Go leave me as my best friend, (but please) Stay out of sight I hunger for the next one-tonight Are you cleaned in your soul? Or is a victim the one who speaks the truth? What can you tell about a person with a gun? Come on, give up, give up! My little servant is just like a tattoo You cannot wash it off - you cannot seem to let it go Maybe it may be, that you need shelter Run for help, run for miles and find no one to blame! I cannot see you I cannot feel you I cannot sense the distance to you (at all)

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

What can I see for ...? What can I speak for ...? What can I touch for... free ? Suffer to feel relief Kiss to taste some blood Sleep to stay awake Die to feel alive Ride for a fall Fain to fail to feel it's fake A little shock! Inhale it! Quick! Admit yourself that you are sick Ein Gefuhl Das wir uns, so denke ich, alle ersehnen Ist das Gefuhl der Vollkommenheit Der Eleganz in geschmeidiger Bewegung Wenn es etwas gottlich perfektes gibt oder Geben kann, dann das- Mit einem Ursprung der so unbegreifbar fern Und undurchsichtig ist, dass ich uber jeden Fetzen der mir erhalten bleibt dankbar bin Der Zustand als solches umfasst uber Ausreichend Perfektion und bedarf keiner Externen Kraft: Pure Energie!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Long, lost faces jump off fences Taste the fall on bloody lips Sit up, bend down Connect the masses Grounded, reduced to soil But still it's up to you! Feel, fake - reject my touch Shiver, shake - don't trust my language But still it's up to you! How can you cope with rare conditions That you've caused by yourself Never try to understand me! Never try to face my faces!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Wildest creatures sliver dreams Which phantasy gave birth to once A fairy-tale to make me shiver A unicorn at rainbow's end To wear the willow for mankind Embodied in these eyes of glass This diagnosis kills the cause Swallow now antitoxin O' can't you see my little Never!Land? My little rage, you took my Never!Land! Play black and white keys And write a book to understand... Search for a flower in ice Do not tranceform into a slave of lies Accumulation of mankind How stupid must we be to...Disagree to this! And now you know I'm doubting Everything you offer me in this demented world

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

I welcome you with open arms As a receit for feelings Floating sand through desert lands Like a million stitches in my skin No use to hide, no use to run I sacrifice my body I fear the snake's teeth, like a stranger's torch Enjoy what's - raging - left of me In my desert Long lasting life for me And my last breath Messiah took from me This is the last one of a sacrilegious dance Embodied here, in the melody of wind Understand to believe and feel to realize Who are you to say the desert's not alive Can you feel the satin sea So deeply blue, inside of me Collected moments - fractured fruits of blindness Militant, you offer me your hand As I see your body sink in sand And I smile to reject with noble kindness Welcome you! with open arms Enormous fire - it's just the state I'm in A million stitches - I'm one with these injections Enjoy what's - raging - left of me

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

You(-das), You(-das) Maybe you were not expected And maybe I just wasn't either Regarding you I speak in riddles Only I can understand Ease it all for I feel better Still there's pity in this smile Ease it all for I feel better Better in my skin You(-das), You(-das) Justified in little whispers And never waste a tear for this Let me know when to feel guilty Even though I should myself Enter in this world of silence Feeling comfortably embraced You(-das), You(-das) Embodied here - in no direction Restless I reach out in time Intimacy loosing face Nowhere else you feel as mine Knowledge never saves from mistakes

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Mephisto's brother Now returns to wimmer with the wind Out of life and out of color Circular world of ancient dust -> New born in (n)o. state Und wie hat die Seuche zahlen gelernt...? This is tranceformation! Gamma, memoryless child in no man's land Searching for remains of its soul I could not reject this! I could never slaughter! ->11 Und wie hat die Seuche sprechen gelernt...? This is tranceformation! What a thrill in X-ray hell Rated X-low To the deepest, to the finest point be-low Fortune-tellers know: Crowned with thorns -> Try this God given Gift - 8 flat Und nie hat die Seuche leben gelernt! Why don't you come...? Why don't you come on home to me...? Now this is tranceformation!

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026

Das Leben verbirgt sich hinter seinen abertausenden Gesichtern Im Schatten dessen Was es selbst zu bewirken vermag Unbändbare Kraft verborgen in unheilbarer Sucht Nach mehr Gefühl Nach viel mehr Gefühl... In blendendem Licht zu einer anonymen Masse verschmolzen Deren Ästhetik einzig und allein In ihrem imaginär allem überlegenen Intellekt liegt Utopie oder Fanatismus, wer weiß das schon... Ich bin entgiftet, total entgiftet Und dennoch schöpfen wir immer wieder neues Vertrauen Und rufen es hinaus in die Leere Wartend auf ein sanftes Echo Das sich anschmiegsam wie eine zweite Hülle um Dich wickelt Dir Trost spendet und Dir für eine Weile Deine müden Augen einfühlsam zu schließen versteht Vorbehaltlos verringerst Du Deine Erwartungen auf ein Minimum Eine Hand gefroren im Eis Die andere im lodernden Feuer So erstarrst Du... Vergib mir, mein Freund Du scheinst nicht zu verstehen Aber wer weiß das schon? Legenden werden geboren Und in kleinen gepolsterten Zimmern aufbewahrt Einsam lernst Du das zu lieben Was Du nie berühren wirst

Submitted by The Void — Feb 26, 2026