Gargoyles
"Constrâns să mă văd să bat pustiul sumbru Odată ce pe drumul meu cutreier Tot căutându-mi calea spre lumină" (Milton - The lost paradise) I deplore this forgery my heart, my tear-stained mind I'll depose To strengthen your immaculate darkness, to worship the light that mangles me In this age of darkness the souls lie between sickness and death With my every move I bow to a wall of flesh Creatures of light - search the shadows The forever night - always together Give me my sins - all I have Creatures of light - God is dead I now believe ... To fill my muse with disillusions a bitter spasm inside the candle, Strings that pulled me fall around, the puppet's master writhes in my mind...
Submitted by Morgoth — Jun 22, 2026
"Ci-albea pe cer o altă dimineață și soarele urca cu-aceleași stele ce+l însoțeau pe cel ce-mparte viață îl zămisli pre dânsul și pre ele" (DANTE - Infernul; Divina Comedie) I am end with no begining The graceless beauty of Inasanity's petals waiting A demon of invited inspiration. A black most beautiful weed Silently cold grows inside The eyes of small pure angels Black from the womb till they die Beside her gallops the crime, the plague and the hunger Two little children used to walk behind them. I built the symetry of chaos on Surrealism of classic truth Withered jewels of new ideas that Worship my apparent calm lunacy ... Two small dead angels cut away their eyes It will always come to mow the eyes of small pure angels.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Fiți aspri!" (NIETZSCHE-Antichristul) Sweat for your brows, drops in my glass Thorns in your feet, taste for my wine Nietszcheean slaves, all your sad stories Are gathered on my bloody red tongue. And it smells like rain in this old crowded life where the ever changing seasons are blowing so rude And nobody cares for this wine before me on the table The generations worked their lives for its red I'm tempted to say as the old philosopher spoke: "You must be ruthless with all human kind!" Sow my years - change your lies Place all destinies - take their price Drunk - with teardrops - dropping red The spirits - so tangled - in life's perished webs Nothing more fearful, nothing more strange All our memories, all our range Opened at night by trembling white hand loosen again in the vineyard of sentiments... We're filling the vineyard with our reflection No more tales of glory, no more revelations!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Am văzut tot ce se face sub soare; și, iată, totul este deșertăciune și tulburare a duhului" ECLEZIASTUL (1; 14) Seeking your destiny by burning your life Unveiling the dusk fears to open your eyes Reading the years in shredded old stars Waiting for something to come out of us Simple thoughts - conquer time Mystic flames - naked time Cease emotions, find another impressions Holding the destiny's unrestful distorsions Burn to east my soul to dust I burn the past, my soul to ashes... Burn to east my soul to lust I burn the dust, my soul to ashes... Cold years of deception Hungry years and more Coming again, dry my thirst Like the spring's violent burst. Like thousands of seagulls Drowing in the sea at dawn An insatiable darkness will devour us one as all.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
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"Ceea ce e denumit păcat este un element esential al progresului. Păcatul, datorită curiozității sale, amplifică experiența rasei." (OSCAR WILDE) Black here means life, waiting for dust The rack, time of tears, we burn, they trust Black here means us, forces inside Onward the sun, ride, ride, shadows in flames... Stay, waiting, frozen for we are not the saints We imagine moon before fields. I waited enough to enrapture the heathen, my free absolution to reign inside him. I waited too much for my restricted poetry, my immature solutions to dwell a lifeless sea. Gilde - ghastly rivers, immune, hold me insane Insects filling spaces, heathens - old disciples.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Omul va fi cu adevărat liber decât în clipa în care-l va fi ucis pe ultimul zeu..." (MIRCEA ELIADE) Not self complacence gives to life a sense Why cut your lips before you shouted? Even once go blind and you will see A convenient god cant't take you to heaven He shall cast salvation through rage Reborn, he dies the hate again... Divided we shall fall - and so we fade Divided we shall rise - and so we hate we'll drown our pain in poison, free the hate Fake thousand lies with just one truth: "That the play is the tragedy, MAN And it's hero, the conqueror worm" The worm relized inside this mourning's sheets the chastity preserved in holly shell Erected, bursted - feast of rape, Behind the sacred walls of fate Without any mean of contraception His hate conceives no bounds In frowns of wombs i found my hate Each one of you will born a savior.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Căci toate ce se văd și par sunt un vis într-un vis doar" (E.A. POE-Un vis într-un vis) I'll taste your dark time Thine veins pour red wine Shine your own sun above Here lays the ultimate dove. Breaking open marble stones Weakly whitness comes within Fluid sadness, black commitment Desperate shapes, newborn sin Love stains in Light time is my tale rest now in Death Peace must be might. Love stains in light - everyone will succeed to be crucified Time is my tale - lost seconds just sand in the sea Rest now in death - you are the memory of sacred Peace must be might - beneath the fecundive earth. Funeral - I've never seen Funeral - questions are mean.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Visul este realizarea mascată a dorinței refulate" (FREUD) I call now for a long time In my sad garden where I wish to die My imagination is opened to you and all my things are beloved, I'm sure... You're here ... I can't believe You have already turned me grey... Listen closer to my severed past Listen, listen to our fevered lust.
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
"Fieacare duce în spinare o enormă Himeră; cumplita fiară își înfigea cele două strașnice gheare în pieptul celui călărit și fabulosu-i cap se sprijinea pe fruntea omului" (CH. BAUDELAIRE - Fieacare cu himera lui) There is no help in philosophy, No help in changing out yesterday's truth, Utopias we yearned to touch are dying now And all the gods have humanly trespassed. Gods built the world from most prosaic sins and you are the lowest progeny of their copulation... In our constant fall we cut our wrists In shards of your painfully flooding essence Dramas of your outside beauty are leaving us indifferent, Soon you'll become gargoyles that treasure walls, Conatamined - you will have your socle Unfeeling - unable to be hurt You know - the statue is in you Expectant - a gargoyle grows in you. Mortgage Leads | Call Center
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026