Beyond the Fatigue
even with others, I'm surrounded by solitude out of habit, I escape to somber frosty woods even though I can go where I want but still, in depth, I live in a cage, that's my heritage even with oxygen, I cannot breathe out of habit, I replenish by gazing at the stars even though I can go where I want but inside of me, I will be never free
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
certainty, hope, and harmony in beginning, I was too insensitive being lit into the knowledge of the unknown and then fall into darker truth regrets, lies and pretense, that surge of dissonance gradual disintegration of idea of being like acid flowing inside of me, drains me down and limit my perception hearing voices from the void, I never managed to escape countless steps behind, across the thorny world to find the piece I lost in a state of total blindness ...and now I'm at war with myself, on the battlefield of plenty mirrors the moment I realized I lost, and the memories were gone...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
there are days, I want to run away from escape from the pain, which will come sometimes it's too much of a burden when I'll get rid of this chain? they said, time will heal all the wounds but wounds of a sick and broken heart? it's nothing more than a fairy tale It's nonsense for the naive
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
sometimes it's hard to carry on if the mind is on the verge of power until exhaustion becomes chronic and the days will lose their meaning burned out and lost inside devoid of emotions, solace aside It's like swimming in mud and flying without wings
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
there was a conflict discrepancy under the cortex of consciousness bond has been broken its a plague, Its cancer of the mind like a black liquid liquid black which infests the essence of the soul steeply into descent the last stage of being as such forced to forget, closing the circle of burned hope erased by the pressure of unspoken words... dolor, tenebris, odium, post mortem non sentiunt, oblivion, stella mortua
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
cursed and hollowed, scattering time blunting my lust mirror of sorrow, reflecting thy mind covered by dust painting a million colors on the sky by blinking of an eye slowly towards the end of the path the essence branches off when the awakening no longer comes It's like sleeping gas under the cloak of eternal night denying the light assurance that everything is fine fiction in mind last drop of fate has now dried up pretending delight
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026