Aliena(c)tion
I wish I could close my imperfect lids and gently smiling fall asleep in a nightmare-rid slumber just for one time, with no memory left inside after fifty years my intact eyes I’ll open up to be freed at last from every customary wheel killing my art. Invading sterility bends exhausted tissues I watch my craven dying every day that passed by. And as a vital’s breath’s reaching out of me I have no lungs to grasp it I’m suffocating drowned in a breathless life Anaesthetic stiffness Paralytic anaestesia This cursed boredom I’m on about in her trencherous arms I’ll eventually find my stupid shelter. Far reflections in the amniotic sac My sorrow caught in a ruthless trap Sweet prison yet denying Limph of life I could never got to taste in cries of anguish now is to denature before my eyes eyes still refusing the amnestic sleep Death inside Impending sorrow necrotizes my soul Stigmata Painful plagues torturing my temporary flesh Morbid daze I beg you to come in this battlefield innerspace A loser’s war Take me away.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Nothing left to cling to but my hate to survive Jester’s time’s over, redemption’s chance is gone. Not in music, nor in poetry or in cool rain pouring down over my hair hardly washing away the ancient fault of being alive, and an impossible choice needs ultimate solution: do I have heroically eternal loneliness to go or stoop before my old enemy. I’ve never been an hero, a prisoner I’m now and cowardy keeps me alive. Tasteless tears draw wicked lines on the distorted face No more music within these walls, absorbed is every echo while freezing silence wins his war. Sorrow gushes now pores like infectuous fountains and hurting skin from cold Evil eroding my lungs Relentlessly feeds this endless icy eruption. And in this air there’s no taste of you.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
And the angel fell down, turned herself into flesh and blood and woman became. Softly she blew over my sorrow, with the sweatest gesture she turned down my screams and my sight away from mad obsession but now I tremble as a scent of musk shakes me from inside for another agony I do not want.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
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The poisonous wave in my veins the impetuous wind pulls me away The tender roots of a child humbled by the disgusting needle Useless fear with nauseating odour I’m losing control The sick envelope drifts away among the wicked whistles The angel with rusted iron claws seeks me to castrate me If I could only recover my lost weight it would be easy to kill him but here hanging at three meters from the wooden floor I don’t even know how to runaway I shake my arms like wings but my body was made for the ground.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Spirals of smoke blacker than the Hell from heavy gates of gothic cathedrals. Crazy figures born and dissolve themselves to the rhythm of a raving dance. Odor of putrefied roses and sufferance. Rooms made of nothing change dimension, Travelling convoys with no destination at all sublime. Life and Death Dance together to the unsound drum of madness. Insane laughs on the wall of light. The concentric wave takes the last message of a willing mind. The collimation of the signal is imperfect I only receive horrifying flashes of fear.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026
Primary destructivity Hate’s conflagration behind the wall Whitest directionless flame Little hands sadisticly pressing the palpitating object The immature mouth instrument of annihilation Nails too soft scratch the motherly bosom. Will of Evil Fierce desire to destroy. Tight hair Possess Fantastic Orgies of killing. Projection Paranoid anguish Here I am Naked an mutilated doll I devour the night with your flame in my mowth. I’ve locked my target Revenge Feel my scotching lips Retaliation I’ll humiliate with the colourless fire your little featherless sew with fierce cruelty.
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 17, 2026