Three Neuron Kings

There was an echo, an old sore, A bewildering reflection. No winds, but cricket chirps alongside to the trail. Traces before me. Something flitting across. Maybe a shadow, a famine imagery. A pasture on the left repeals my worry That no soul had been here before me As at this glimpse of joy appeared A long lost fiend who spoke to me: Welcome, brother. Welcome, traitor. Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate. Repent and atone in vengeful embrace. In vengeful embrace. I was seized with mere fear As at his words I did recall A face, a name, my frailty. A tragedy in december snow. And all turned into rampant Tendrils entwined about my neck. A mist gathered where suns would be And again he did speak to me Welcome, brother. Welcome, traitor. Welcome, ever longed-for Intimate. Repent and atone in vengeful embrace. In vengeful embrace. She burdened me with her kiss Bedecked garment in the clear Yearned for her in fetters sweet That were never meant to release. December's virgin snow A tender touch at ease let luster grow in her eyes At our chalet in conceal. And she burdened me with her kiss Bedecked garment in the clear Yearned for her in fetters sweet Never meant to release. When luster passed from her eyes. Again there was this echo, an old sore torn wide open, This bewildering reflection. I did repel, but never repented. Oh brother, traitor. Ever longed-for Intimate Woe betide you For you stole what was mine.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Dismal grin onto still born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut slow and underestimated, dismissed touch the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood. I miss this seditious revelation of your suns the fierce intimation, the abandonment for once But silence girds what regret should smother for in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other's. I wish I felt torment for knowing casts a shade on suns expired for all moments a comfort that itself outdoes Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns, whatever torment prevails, expires me. Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut slow and underestimated, dismissed touch the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood. I wish I felt torment for knowing casts a shade on suns expired for all moments a comfort that itself outdoes

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

Only one step away from the core One tiny step to purge the soul One more vision to shatter Oh, come sweet dreams Sweet illusions of a bleak I see the vipers in the distance as they come to feed me. How I long for you, For the fever of your embrace For the taste of desire An endless shroud of agony But still I wallow in its eternity I see the vipers in the distance as they come to feed me. I never reckoned today could bear a light As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night. I sense your presence close to me and every fiber of my feverish body feeds on your raving shine. I never reckoned today could bear a light As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night. Torments of Soul released in an instant A breath with the lungs of a torn And the heart of an infant. What a content sentiment it was To lay beside her, her sweet caress. "How I longed for you, For the fever of your embrace For the taste of desire" An endless shroud of agony But still I wallow in its eternity I see the vipers in the distance as they come to feed me. Another night has settled, another day had passed Another cry I spilled, another tear at night. "This is the long way down to Eden" I heared her say when she left," But what is the way, what must I know before to walk it?" "That nothing is certain, but uncertainty!". I never reckoned today could bear a light As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night. I sense your presence close to me and every fiber of my feverish body feeds on your raving shine. I never reckoned today could bear a light As I awoke this morning it felt as any other night.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

A battle, state and inconvenient, A battle fought so acute in pride. A curse or rather plague, a fever, Nailed me to the fireside. At a crackling wood's spark flight to the skies, The tempest king, he claims the throne. But halts in stride as equal legions Melt into the leader's tone. An elder king arose From blood soaked fallow battlefields With orders calm at urgent voice And reasoning as iron shields. And dreadful words it were As he spoke of abandonment Thus I shivered as the Tempest, As his fever came upon my hand. Then swords were risen by the brave As for me I rose a twig towards the skies. And no one would withdraw One's eyes were as the fiend's. All men in flames and zeal. As ire filled to burdening air. While two in brawl for the throne A third with grins on stainless cheeks In bushes watching in conceal Delighted of the bleak. At sudden startled, Dismay had dropped my twig I turned down the fireside And the last sparks of the night Lit the my paths with golden wings Sensing me and my Three Neuron Kings.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 25, 2025