No Exit

Under brooding skies and watchful eyes, on convulsive seas of false urgency we walk empty corridors in vain.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

Enter, young man! Welcome, cast your dreams, I'll show you what to feel. Walk but keep the road I've paved, know of nothing else. I, the one to guide your mind, I breed in stealth. I'm your master soon you'll see, shape your world, what you'll be. Follow me or choose to bleed! Read my book, memorize, disregard your mind, you may see only through my eyes. Save me, someone's come to change me, mislead delusions color real. Black and white, they'll never paint me, never see until you feel. I will keep my own time, what's yours is really mine. I won't let you swallow me, your doctrines will not shine. Rebellion is your pestilence, I'll never be confined. Forever you shall yield to me, anarchy divine! Save me, someone's come to change me, mislead delusions color real. Black and white, they'll never paint me, never see until you feel.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

Born to an air of apathy, indifference shapes a fragile mind. Questions formed at an early age beg answers unasked. Silent cries, behind curious eyes resides a child who cannot speak, silent cries. Years find a mind alone whose questions flow too deep for words. Covered in a shroud of silence, watching the world go by. Silent cries, behind curious eyes resides a child who cannot speak, silent cries. Time blindly races on toward the autumn years, seasons unheeded pass while we all drown in tears. Questions unanswered remain, alone they mourn a fragile mind. Silent cries, behind curious eyes resides a child who cannot speak, silent cries. Silent cries!

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

We were born to brave cold weather, stormy seas in search of treasure. Light you wield must blind another, doomed to run forevermore. How much more can I take and how much more until I break? Rain will pour again today, never ending daze cascades. Torn inside, is there a way to be freed before I fade? How much longer can I hold, I'll live no longer in this cold! Close your eyes, what do you see? Dreams in rhyme with reality or life to die in black scenery, empty shells and what could be? How much more can I take and how much more until I break? How much longer can I hold, I'll live no longer in this cold! In this cold, I'll live no longer in this, this cold, in this cold!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

By black we ride or so they say, our need for reason, there greed is paid. Powers rumble for spiritual sway, paths are laid then leaders stray. It's right then left, which way to turn? Follow me or forever burn! We, evil blessed, bring your soul to sell, all wish away into empty wells. Fortunes found in holy halls, redeem your every fault. When dogmas given are blindly held and treasures given caught. Any wish can only last until the spell's descried while subtle, wicked ways fracture weakened minds. Slaves of a different kind march to broken bells, freedom in a bind and make it all sound well. Blackened blue etched in glass forming outer walls, tell clearly of the emptiness and mute distressful calls. Lines lead to dead ends where plays seen are never clear and those who ride never fare. Crowned voids forever rule in worlds lived and learned of fools, conformity's the teachers' tool.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 24, 2025

I. Innocence II. Cold Daze The coldness of confusion Hangs in the morning air as Brazen bells ring reality To announce the conqueror dawn Removed from nights fleeting trance Plunged headlong into cold days Where in a circle we wander The barren wastes of our pasts III. Daylight Dreamers Daylight dreamers awaken on Deserts of desperation Lonely lives learn to live on Islands of isolation Surrounded by violent oceans of hate and hopeless sorrows Daylight dreamers envision tranquil seas in safe tomorrows Dreaming through the darkened day Along tempest torn strands Desperately grasping the grains of hope that flit through our hands As they fall we tighten our hold While the waves claim the final few Taken without ceremony They drift out of view Washed away with the tides of time Slipped through our fingers as dreams do IV. Quietus From sleeping visions Daily were torn In waking hours Hopes are forlorn Is all we do and all we dream Doomed to drown in a hopeless stream? Wishing life were made of lasting visions In eternal sleep And if that rest were filled with sorrow Still we'd sleep In the madness of a silent eternity We'd find solace in False visions that protect us From reality Enter ivory gates through midnight skies Daylight dreamers in private parades Perform before perpetual dawn As dusk engulfs the gate of horn Ivory towers appear beyond the gate Invisible fortresses of escape Traversed by ramparts made of hopes and fears Impervious to reality, yeah V. Ivory Tower Behind sullen doors Untouched within Safe from summer storms And winter winds Relentless tempests Can weaken walls Towers falter when Reality calls Untouchable by all without Lost in the silken web youth may weave Tangled threads seem a stronghold But illusions can deceive A cold daze plagues the air Driven by aging winds The walls give way to the rush And let reality in VI. Whispers on the Wind Misty morning on a windswept plain Embers of a fortress all that remain The seeds of life that burned within Have flown like whispers on the wind From the sleepers world I look towards darkening skies Through the violet haze of summer storms The sun leaves tired eyes VII. Acquiescence Betrayed by innocence Deceived by delusions Plagiarized promises Pale into empty hopes Ivory towers bow down In reference to daylight As dreamers awaken In sleepers somber shade, yeah! Ocean waves shift leaving Only memories Final traces of hope Are swallowed in the deep Despair sends a certain calm A vague sense of relief Released from all our longings Silently we'll sleep Hope leads to quiet desperation When reality obscures the dream Makes the mind a grave of memories That wander like the lonely breeze Whose whispers echo through ruins rust Of towers torn and dreams turned to dust VIII. Retrospect

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Feb 16, 2026