Worse Weather to Come

The blessing of a blank soul With nothing left to live for No promise of transcendence These bones, our own true essence The search for one's life meaning Indoctrinated being No certainty or righteousness Looks different than blindness Post mortem nihil est There is no second chance No saviour to be found And no wheel will turn... Around We live - and then we die So long - for your third eye In absence - of all answers The self surrenders I feel empty I see the void I feel nothing I am that void Come forth warden of rebels Apostate of believing Denial of the dead mind The shadow of a dying kind We live - and then we die So long - for your third eye In absence - of all answers The self surrenders

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

These idle days are put to rest, suffocating in isolation No wonder a feeling of shame is now crowning my imperfection And now white noise and a layer of dust are what's left of this life made failure I erected this prison myself and rejoice on its broken texture Forgot my history and I am finally out of crossroads At loss for sanity pierced by life and her poisoned arrows. No place but this desolating sight is what I'll ever call a safe house I feel like its oh so near. The death sentence to end this lost cause. There is no way out No reason No hope And then, the spirits of affliction shall come and knock at the door To reclaim their prize, one soul above the other Together they shall leave this room empty as the emptiest grave One more memory for the haunted, fading away There is no way out There is no reason There is no hope Now not one

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

Time has gone All has gone I don't belong It's some other's last song Bleed at last Life has passed Somewhere there's hope Its no-ones fault Forge yourself in your demise Face the final sunrise To be lost beyond world's end Candles lit. Death spreads its scent In the final hour that comes I will see through these frail bones Twisted, turned inside my chest Where the I's been put to rest All is undone When I'm gone There is no-one I am all Life - never more Life - what is worth for I - can't be judged upon A fate that is not my own

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 26, 2025

There is a spot inside your mind A place where soul and heart and mind are blind A room that I shall never see I often stare at your eyes so lifeless Gazing at an absolute bereavement There are some instants through your days When you are walking through dark, endless ways And I just cannot bring you back I often stare at your eyes so lifeless Gazing at an absolute bereavement Where are you Into the depths Why the darkness Always calling back There is a spot inside your mind The staring shadows like pillars aligned Yet again they lead you here I often stare at your eyes so lifeless Gazing at an absolute bereavement You block the path again and leave To a dimension I cannot conceive A gray chamber of misery

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Found myself in need of time Nihilism shall meet his brother denial Bound to the limits of a weak mind Fearing an end I once longed for The sky is a structure in ruins. Crumbling in the presence of craving Why should we be so scared? We are trapped by the webs of human life The black cloak of the final healer: a ghost in the corner of my eye Her voice still echoing at my side: "You too shall pass this by". Forsake me Time is running out and these streets are emptier and emptier The soul grows weary inside, so weary of this pointless ride And how can I look at my life without being ashamed and dried We all shall cross this bridge with our eyes closed... And our hands tied Forsake me

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Nothing shall follow this line I marked I've been just pretending to walk on this wire of ruins It's time. The loss of human bonds can be Like seeing a constant horizon that always steps behind Your sight. See. I lived inside an illusion Betrayed by the ghost of nothingness: he made me hate again This mind. Now, there's nothing much I can try To feel again as it once was, before this rain washed down All life. And how will I overcome these failures But running towards another ghost and feeling whole again In sleep. It's the hour of retreat It's the ending of my time There is nothing I can do And there's nothing I can try To give meaning to more moments And to stop this urge to writhe Will I see the ghost of nothingness? My companion of demise.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

I speak about darkness For I've known her through all this time The beacon inside me The filter that distorts all sights Nights without dreaming When emptiness dims all the light Life without living There is nothing to hold on tight Twisting and turning, our hopes are fading Clouds descended and I knew nothing There is a blank face, she's haunting this place Out of this silence, a song to darkness. A poor imitation of existence All we have to offer Deprivation of serenity Hail darkness "We grow accustomed to the dark When light is put away As when the neighbor holds the lamp To witness her goodbye" (E. Dickinson) Twisting and turning, our hopes are fading Clouds descended and I knew nothing There is a blank face, she's haunting this place Out of this silence, a song to darkness.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

Fading - Through years of deserted denial At last - These stone cold hopes will expire I have been - Betrayed by the dead ends of living A shell - To disclose at an ocean... Of ruin And the years they passed Layers of dust, dust No summoning of Gods To save me from my thoughts The bleeding arms of time No vengeance can be mine Unfurl this soul like wings At death's realm ruling kings Kings Release me! Craving - For gifts from a merciful spirit There - Are no kingdoms for us to inherit The beast - Was the first glimpse of light through these eyes See me - I am the one who dies And the years they passed Layers of dust, dust No summoning of Gods To save me from my thoughts The bleeding arms of time No vengeance can be mine Unfurl this soul like wings At death's realm ruling kings Did we leave Were us really here It just can't be Worse than this.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025