Paragon of Dissonance

When the spoken words make less sense than those unspoken And resentment is all that is left to give Still we go through with the facade Wasting our time humouring insanities And know so well Sense has no place here Fire, running with abandonment Until there's no place left to burn Did those eyes drown? Did the soul slip so far down it became lost? Is the only spirit left, the one that passes the lips? An age of destruction I watch, my disbelief waiting for change The will for resolution faded fast And in the end, it stands for nothing, counts for nothing Tis like a funeral march Driving towards the death Awaiting the vultures' call

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Doubt stripping the soul Unending questions driving me into insanity Time took its toll, Enough to ensure, The mind cannot mirror the soul With each tide, The will corrodes further Relentless grip, Squeezing out the life, Of this shipwrecked body, Lost in the gallows of hopes and dreams... Reality crumbles, Shivering, as truth lay bare And roads of nonchalance grew upon...

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Falling Through empty platitudes And frozen comforts Drifting There is no consolation Obsolecense (sic) surrounds me Calling Unheard I scream A destitute awareness I had nothing I have nothing I watch them all Smiling A beautiful dream of ignorance I see them all Worshipping (sic) Waiting for their end They have nothing There is nothing Unheard I scream

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Unable to rest Nothing left but angst Not even one moment of tranquility awaits Figures passing by, Time moves on, But each part at a different pace Atrophied, Unable to connect To the paths that find peace Addled to no longer feel Destroying the self... Consuming death... Into non-being...

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Staring as I prepare to leave this mortal coil To pass through these portals To the gateway of experience I release, into this sense of falling Hallucinations flood my eyes Thoughts, memories pouring through Racing unchartered (sic) vessels, Evolving through this twisted, psychotropic journey Drifting within waves of consciousness Momentum gathers swiftly Pulsing, gathering intensity Deeper still, Nausea rising from the depths, Bent double with psychosis, As vomit and blood spew forth Time and space distort as the earth pulls me down, Into a place I have never perceived Clawing for reason, Imprisoned within my own delusions Pouring frantic visions into my eyes Between drowning and burning alive, Forcing each breath, Through thoughts that endanger the being Lost within the throes of madness, Anxiety tearing the foundations of my mind Drifting through the otherworld, Slowly it subsides Conscious returns, shaken, disinterred

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

Although we may rationalise (sic), Nurture our fate Nothing can prepare or compare with This immeasurable sense of loss All can be calm Until that thought arises And plummets toward the ground Time passes like the dripping of a tap And sleep, becomes that time when the body can no longer be awake Each morning, eyes blearier than the night before But it had passed, As I was there within it Watching over as if through the eyes of another Through conscious repetition, But my thoughts were elsewhere Longing, but unable to take the steps That might continue this journey Indignant in this bleak landscape, that no longer binds Each serene moment, accompanied by another full of dread And I resolve, To that familiar feeling time tries so hard to bury To live life, only to bear

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Avert my eyes to prevent the falling, Some things should not be seen And if I dare glance The quickening travels swiftly, To take leave of my senses Excess in place of sleep Cathartic, Still, yet restless amidst this elucidation The red mist contorts, distorts, Blasting through my mind Destroying all rational thought Reflections of dissolution A malevolent labyrinth Spurious, blinding Unforgiving reality This fantastic chaos that contains everything the mind could imagine, But mostly would not care to see Merely breathing Searching for that elusive purpose that drives us, But we know not where Time will eventually scrub me from existence And I will never have known it

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025