Perfect Symmetry

Just another face in the crowd wandering towards obscurity Driven by the dull desires of a worn out routine Stagnant in the suffocating silence of emotional exile, a fugitive from freedom surrenders to mediocrity. A helpless voice starting to sink. You could make a choice but you never learned to think. Weary and weakened victims fall prey to vague ideals and passionless play. Systematic spontaneity in synchronized society. Immersed in the cause and the call of the day, sacrificed inner needs give way. To shared individuality in collective reality. A spirit of belonging satisfies your longing but the truth is never seen. False sense of freedom grows but dependency shows your part of the machine. A hopeless choice, searching for someone real. You could find that voice but you never learned to feel.

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025

We're walking within a shadow where echoes of different times resound looking for memories to relive in yesterdays that can't be found. Through different eyes we keep looking for what we lack. Changing minds take us away, and you can't go back. And staring into ageless eyes that shared secrets too dark for light we're searching for old bonds in places that lie forever out of sight Through different eyes we keep looking for what we lack. Changing minds take us away, and you can't go back to different times or ageless eyes, free from sorrow. Changing hearts will hide the past from tomorrow. Through different eyes we try to find people and places we've left behind

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

Air currents grind, monotony. Image defined, static scene. Adherents bent opinionless following scent of commonness. Fit the latest rage, whatever stains the page. Then fears allayed, of lonely shade. Wheels, they grind...industry. Insipid finds, out of key. Opinions bent toward standard waves, bleaching out divergent shades. Mock integrity. Veiled hypocrisy. Ironic finds, when selves descried. Ban expressiveness. Bold repressiveness dictated by minds closed tight and walls that shut out light, and so we have static acts.

We find ourselves in ruin and it's come too far, how? It's no use, too much allowed and abused. Worlds apart, they're excused. When we've warned they're amused. We slip right by, and ignore this sable scene. We've lives to live, it's all for one you see. Why should we think to care, won't we soon disappear? Worlds apart, they're excused. Balance waived as we speak. Praised are those with fashions grand, self concern leads their plans. A moment's craze and natural crime subserves a world to malignant minds.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025

Ours is the cry of the helpless, told in the timeless truth of the written word. Trapped by the tempest of the blind our muted calls can't be heard. Helpless as we stand amidst the push of thoughtless hands. We are adrift without direction in a raging storm on a calm sea. Clinging to our expectations to stem the tide of destiny. Helpless as we fall beneath the crush of waters walls.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 24, 2025

Words of cunning shinning stunning. Men of grandeur blinding, numbing with winsome wiles in specious styles. Speeches etching, rhyming, wrenching,. Men so shallow stumble fetching for words that maze, to clear their daze. Calm in disarray. Sinking day by day. Hopeless never see save what they believe. Choices weakening, ever sinking. Men are poisoned into thinking That they've a voice above their noise. Spheres of disarray worsened by the day. Sadly led and fooled without thoughts to rule

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 24, 2025

I've watched in silence, without seeing as a stranger within me grew. Detached and distanced from the day while youth's precious years flew. Chasing time through empty skies of endless hours, living for the future. Visions of brighter days to come kept the shadows from my sight, made the present bearable and obscured the fading light. Chasing time through the cold void of solitary days, living for the future. Today is within my reach and tomorrow is so illusive. But I'm still chasing time through increasing disillusion, forever living for the future of an illusion

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

I remember the endless longing that called inside of me from fountains of expression trying to break free. Nothing left to say when the walls give way. Still I can faintly recall the subtle purity of youthful inspiration and insecurity. Nothing left to say when the child finds his way. Pride and the drive that started the dream turned in time to an endless obsession. Caught in a vicious circle of compulsion. Possessed by the goal and the possession Desires bind the truth to secrecy but behind the aspirations I see a life devoted to blind ambition and a mortal man searching for eternity. Behind the desires and the wall that gave way there's a forgotten cause consumed by the day. Behind the ambitions of a child who found his way there's a cold realization that our deeds die with the day. And behind the disguise of a man with a cause there's a child screaming with nothing left to say. Paralyzed by inhibitions and indecisions. What was once a release is now a prison

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 24, 2025