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Is this song not instrumental?

When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, when to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past and look upon myself and curse my fate. For that same groan doth put this in my mind My grief lies onward and my joy be behind. When I have seen such interchange of state, my state itself confounded to decay. Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate. Past cure I am now reason is past care frantic mad with evermore unrest, tired with all these, for restful death I cry. No longer mourn for me when I'm dead that I in your sweet thoughts want to be forget.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Still so still the look beyond the wall. distant so distant outside I'm dead. Inside the storm rages from without I'm as frozen with a black smile in the face disentangle circle of life. Find the way to paradise make sense of universe and differs in all the values. Which way are we passing? Our own poor bodies drag along with all our might. Will we find someday life of our dreams and loveliness...?

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

It's outside out of our word-reach. It refuses steadfastly to be described. It runs away from us and lead us in. And there are words in my pitying heart to express it. It's real, it's a big dream, a joyous ecstasy of words and ideas and flesh, an ethereal flower unfolding and folding back. It has no beginning and no end and at present it is infinitive. Stare deep into the world before you as if it were a void. I was awakened to show the way, chosen to die in the degradation of life because I am Mortal Golden Eternity.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

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It's snowing through the night. I hearing the voices of a distant shores. I'm looking for words like for precious jewels and working them into a fabric of my mind, under the hard shell of everyday vital nonsense. I found pride and humility breathing. I'm walking through darkness of an empty street. A quiet song wants to be born. I'm on the heaven's door. Crowds of shadows wreck me inside, wreck all I long to touch... Hope... Love... Freedom... Death. My feet are freezing and it's snowing through the night.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

When I die... What is gonna happen with me when I fall. What feeling? Can I feel anything at all? When I die... You know'st'tis common all that live must die passing through nature to eternity. There must be a place for my desolate soul out of body that wasted away and suffered from sorrow. When I die... Forever you will wipe away every tear from my eyes and there'll be no more death nor sorrow nor crying. Forever you are with me to the end of the age and there'll be no more pain for the former things have passed away. It turns my eyes into my very soul and there I see the things I always wanted to know. When I die...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Into the sea I want! Into the sea! I want to merge with the sea, with this stormy azure space! Into the sea I want! Into the sea! And ships float. They flow to shoreless horizons. Their white sails blow with sorrow. Let my life be severed like a suddenly disappearing sail. Should the death come, let her come. Let me shine like the flesh of light above the stormy space! Let me merge as a sail with the blue horizons! Into the sea I want! Into the sea!.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

As though you are fallen in the avalanche of snow and pour on thoughts full of scepticism. The black rose on your breast makes you stupefy. Deep below in the abysm away from human sweetness. The black rose on your breast makes you poison your soul. Your dying passion's gleaming when the expired flare of your heart is flashing by in agony. The stream of woven visions Dissolve in a spacious ocean. The black rose on your breast makes you transform into twilight.

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025

It's drizzling. The time has turned into a furtive, soft, deadly whisper. It's drizzling. White bear feet of death are running across black, damp ground. It's drizzling on a fairy-tale marketplace. There's my shadow hanging on a tree near a stall selling belief. It's drizzling and my naked shadow drenched with rain is swinging on a bare branch. The night is long and blind. It's drizzling. The market place is quiet and the belief-stall is dark. I wish I didn't have to speak I wish I didn't have to listen. Feeling is a curse of perception. The fairy-tale marketplace has covered its face with both hands. It's drizzling...

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025