Mantle

Birth opens the gate of death Between the sentence lies the path of life Traveled by all sentient beings All are born All will die The unnameable state determined by illness Stockpile of gathered karmas We must pass through this enviable state Feeling that something is oddly off In extremis believers Surreal poetic flaw Terrifying, fascinating, magnificent mystery Everything achieved ten thousand years ago Dictated on a snuff tape with a conflicting end Impenetrable, forbidden vest of lies The sounds and smells that made me forget A cheap solution to block our regrets Sailing alone the frozen rivers Surrounded by legions of souls But yet all alone Trapped within thiis solitude world Haunted by memories of foretime Running miles with nowhere to go A meaningless life, a Broadway show Screaming for help, Does anyone hear? Echoes in our heads, What does serenity mean? Hope is an illusion, an optimist′s prediction

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 11, 2025

A sulfurous choir Enthroned in the realms of light A self-deceiving entity of undenying praise Freedom gets him anxious Suffocating Isolation To the staring eyes behind the glass A defaced figure lies upon them To the already replaced one Here's the peace of mind you'll never find Ripped into a neon light As if the mirror reflects his skull Staring back at him with its sardonic smile Carnation lead by the flute of temperament Total blackness among the pessimists Blueish waters of past memories Running through his refulgent arms The mortals behind the wall Hastening every step Watching his bones crack To see how long he lasts He is of contemplation The ultimate specimen of time Growing desolation had come Stripping the flesh, salting the wound Nothing in life shall be granted In the sharpest nails, I've been consumed I am hunger, the desperate A living lie, a contradiction The fool's gold The indulging taste of rust The conquering of nature's triumph A caustic distraction in misery A tragic moan of logic All he ever dreamt, all he ever lost Acid rain crying in wide open flesh Forgiveness is a never-ending flood He lays down and wonder why he is here Tranquility tinged with terror Perfectionist act in vanity Between sorrow and paradox The light ceases to shine

Submitted by Finntroll — Nov 11, 2025