Extreme Mental Piercing
When everything seems to drive me far away When everyone claim to straighten my mind I keep my thought in the unconscious’ depths From where a day everything will rise as mist The fog is hiding my weak and confused will I cannot feel the surrounding bafflement I can’t apprehend what’s happening in my mind I’m not only sure everything will rise as mist I’ll rise like fog Which pierce your fate I will be wilder
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
I belong to an era where he who meditates is forced to weaken his time Where he who sticks to ancient promises sinks and brings with him His essences, his odors and his humble intentions I’m gripped in my desire, I’m stopped by my hindrance I’m looking for vital space but I implode Oppressed by my moral load I stay in a place I belong to a time, I struggle against An ethics that doesn’t appertain to me. I oppose, but I see my enemy darkened My accomplice patiently waiting for light’s arrival I fill myself with internal force, studying the winning strategy It has come, I bracket it He’s strange, I see him I observe him, I feel him He goes ahead and tales possession of his features I feel him, I see him Oddly known, painfully known Tragically identical. I implode while I’m blocking my blood The bitter accomplice takes me back, I cannot bar I cannot refute it before having understood Why I must live to fight my uncompromising instinct I belong to an era where the enemy is not always out of me.
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025
I stand still The sky, the trees, and the dust quickly skim me It’s dark but it’s daylight Neons shut periodical Eternal shell Of a knot of seething flows Today we are drawning to the senses Yearning larvas disturb my sleep They lead me to a no return trip Neons shut periodical while I stand still while I stand still But I stand still And yet, I go beyond Triviality close to me I proceed roused by unreal impulses I stop if I want And I restore my soul With tepid outcries I proceed roused by unreal impulses I stop if I want And I restore my soul Neons shut periodical while I stand still Then I leave again Standing still
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
A-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs blow The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands To fight the horde and sing and cry, Valhalla, I am coming On we sweep with, with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore Ah-ah-ahh-ah, ah-ah-ahh-ah We come from the land of the ice and snow from the midnight sun where the hot springs FLOW How soft your fields, so green can whisper tales of gore, of how we calmed the tides of war We are your overlords On we sweep with, with threshing oar Our only goal will be the western shore S-so now you better stop and rebuild all your ruins for peace and trust can winthe day despite of all you're losin' Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ahh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Nov 15, 2025
Time that beheads the leaves goes further towards The other end of earth nocturnal arrows implore The joyful day leave the bitter taste of silence and face the storm Fight in defence of your secret hours An obscure metals’ ring encircles your lonely street The rain is eternal friend of your face Smile in the circus of the infinite curtain Where shadows break up at the rhythm of timbals At dusk the horizon grows up Lively with dancing pale figures Their heart is tattooed with essences and fragrances Everything consumes and falls down Wrapped by ruins wearing mourning It’s up to you to surprise your destiny To mock the funereal by breathing the ecstasy of the cobalt blue dust To let your plasma beat with divine and incredible force To be
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
Worrying desire of transcending sayings Terrible sensation of desertion Vulgar anger impulses My mental state my actual state Absorbed by vitreous glassy liquid of my arbitrary starvation Moments spent in understanding the game In another context I would have taken possession I would have elected my new path Making my strings vibrate shouting to time, crying inside I can’t I don’t have to I don’t want to I see my old vision vanishing like the breath passing through my harm I tighten it, I fill it with my condition I’m unarmed before events Foolish miniatures, temporary alternations Dilemmas the game is keeping for me Iniquitous joy, flavor disappearing from emotions Slow, relentless, clever It insinuates itself carrying myriads of sounds Ephemeral event in contact with the extreme side of me I don’t like it I don’t want it Intellect doesn’t help me The courage I lead is unexpressed Flooded in my mind Bridled in my heart I would like to listen to new sounds To be stripped from my mental iterations Already ragged behavior structures Protecting a shield erected by myself That has no reason to exist
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 26, 2025
Our acts aren’t the result of our free will They are simply pretty and foolish efforts Elapsing between two moments of stasis With the unique and sad intention Of making the waiting less tedious and painful. Only few instants are truly intense Like the moment when you land A blow after an asphyxiating and breathless concentration And the blow will allow you to free your most precious vital space Till now oppressed, corrupted and seriously endangered By the nimblest intruder Aware and heedless of his disengaged final condition We are strangely attracted by the moment’s changes More or less curious, indeed, we react to climatic events No one can know, better than us, that we avoid Absorbing that tinkling element by being ready To protect our wretched ego with phoney and fake Portable barriers, charged with visible Radiations only without any seeming aim. Affective games seems to be an interesting communication matter Although we try and retry to disown this emotional appendix We are enraptured and nervously tossed in another Logic of mind with the only goal to cloud And to remove from us the coveted disengaged final condition
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025
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Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 18, 2026
Dull, bulgy and deformed structure without brace Small tumultuous cosmos with no control and sensations Confused in chaos and in damp colors It rotates around It rotates on axels transfixing it Forcing it to new alterations It is unstable and harmful It carries unhealthy hopes Old sorrows could Surface again Awakening never soothed rages Cautiously taken from fire Burning inside Electrical impulses set its throb It commands, judges, dominates It forces you to follow it To darkness or to light It doesn’t care about you Rebel yourself to it Nothing changes, he wins, you lose Arrest yourself, listen to it Follow it softly Nothing is different, it always plays It doesn’t care about you It’s always part of you It involves every part of you It receives you into its hostile womb It deceives you, asking new questions Building doubts and hindrances You are not able to defend from Forced to stay with it all life long You don’t realize you are the material impediment And when it leaves your journey You’ll be forced to follow it again
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Overcharged by sensations Overloaded by propulsion Survive to your daily madness Overcome by emotions Overlaid by impulsion Survive to your daily madness It’s time for Dynabyte Destroy your mental poise Today you take your choice Eliminate the cultural rule Today you’ve nothing to lose Restore your psychoneurosis Tomorrow erase your psychosis Adapt your mind to passivity You’re welcome to the fear factory
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025