Polar

Every man has a plague, a leech in our heart Polar minds, sleepless night comes the horde of feast No wonder, consider the stifling men, yet empty soul with no purpose as I watch the birds leave the nest, horizon show new faces You have nowhere to go back to No reasoning can ease the moment Seeing you talking to the other side, Above the flickering light Reconstruction is inevitable I fell into it, and falls asleep This moment is temporal, Everything you have done will all be forgiven, Until then, I will be in void Longing for the moon to light my face

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026