We Are Gathered Here Today

Everything that comes out of your mouth is amazing. See your pale face passing over, over again. I'm sorry you're dead. Bite the curb. Snap. You should have loved me. Oops, it's too late and now your mouth is big enough to suck mine and his necks. I never met a tent spike I would like to put in your stomach, I'm smiling at you now and does it make anything different? You are so beautiful now, peaceful and calm. When your back snaps think of me. I'm sorry you're dead.

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Pictures don't speak, and so it was said. So break this frame and let the glass drip down your face. All I can do is look, don't touch, so open your mouth and let your words pour free like mine. Teach me your music. Show me how to break your wrists on the grounds of a girl breaking your heart. Does this make sense? But it works better. make your face shine through these shades of black and white and make your words lift off the page and scream. I will clailm this day all my own, no one else, all my own selfish needs.

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Place those eyes that burn on my lap. I can't grit my teeth without you. Do you believe me? Let me breath. I will never throw that place away. Never stop hitting the ground, pound your fists into the ground, Is it better than the beat being torn from your heart? Try to breath. Near the tick tock making me sweat. Blood starts to clog my pores. How do you like it?

In me lies no fear. Nothing else can make me still, so I'm calling on you now to lend me the strength. I need to wake up again. Slaughter my anything and my everything, make the oncoming traffic be the end of me. Don't let me wake up again.

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Pick the solitude that creates this cage. Does the gray ever tire? Does it ever feel pain? I want to see color again. What is this development? Does it make things right again? Can't you see I'll pay? Make my fulfillment drop. Try to take this from me. I slipped? Remember your gender.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

I remember this feeling coming over me, seeing the back of your car for the last time. It felt great. I felt the shutter of your engine opening a gray world. I saw the back of your car. I'll scream to the top of this town. I'll cry to the end of this water. When do pleasant dreams arrive? When there is nothing left dreaming for, don't become that nightmare. I can't take this anymore, I can't take this scarlet paint and gasoline.

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

And this is where I stay, in between the in between. No more cold winter days. No more sudden tragedies. If you really want to know me take away the human heart and stab it with something not so sharp. Twist like her finger in my hair she's got a brand new white canvas on her face for me to splatter with paint. She's got nothing more than what was left running down her throat. The best of us was left in your sheets, restoring things here in between defining what everything means to me. The truth's sometimes so hard to see, in my passive uncertainty, it's a chorus with no melody. She's got a brand new white canvas on her face. The best of us was left in your sheets.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life. Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems. At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array, all these years, the battle of each grievous day. Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome... I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place my mother called me the day she found out, I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour. I wasn't scared or anything it was very strange. I had a moment in time and space, all to myself to think. To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have missed out on this dream I've had for so long. It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive. It sounds strange, but Erin couldn't have lived out her dreams on Earth, so now I must make it a point, so now it's my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a wonderful person it will never get to meet.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025