…Beyond My Grey Wake

In this smile You’ll see my suffering In these tears, my cruelty My majesty A flower that sears in silence For whom Lord loves Vanish Too soon "A flame that still burns those candles that don’t waste just know that anything is dark nothing is darker than dark Stop to seek me!" (Stop to haunt me) Will they fill with wine our empty veins? Will we paint with silver our fragile white skins? And we’ll die to be born again together, my love… Or my chant will be left without rhyme. "Please, my love, find a place to hide Far from me and far from the light" Now sleep…sleep… And I will too Anyway, anywhere Immortality Laughter and distress and wrath In these years my agony The sympathy still torments me my pain will live in your own death

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

I hope (that) into this morning sun will explode on me I hope (that) into this crawling (the) floor will subside with me I embrace this mutation now I hear laughing within me seven days for seven questions and the padlock still never opened I hope (that) into this morning sun will explode on me I hope (that) into this crawling (the) floor will exchange for ME I believe in everything I believe we never die And that we’re never born I believe we were forever … Seasons … Madness … Amen Resolving a riddle to enter the maze to find an exit for another riddle to discover colors we’ve never seen before … Colors that never have been before. Crossing the never sailing to nowhere In madness the answer we never know Crossing the never sailing to nowhere In madness the answer we ever knew … Give up… I will embrace this mutation I hear now laughing within me seven days for seven creations and the padlock will be closed forever I hope (that) into this morning sun will explode on me I hope (that) into this crawling (the) floor will subside upon me I hope (that) into this morning I hope (that) into this morning I hope (that) into this crawling…

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

What have they done to you? … What’s this smell on your skin? … Let me embrace you again let me take you on this bed… (Laying together gain) let me love you once more (no life nor death on that bed, but…) so you would remember (just a woman and a man…) how to breathe and why eyes must be opened (laying together again...) eyes must be opened… Now our passion is ripe there’s no reason to talk, my swan just return to me your beautiful smile or I will go back to that grave to find it and pray that so (your) Death will be just a bad dream Your pale nudity it seems the very seed of life shining on your livid lips that night has kissed so hard… So hard Why? You won’t listen me … caress me So just let me follow you Straight to the hell Far from THIS hell Wake up… the sun has come and Our night, this time, is really gone… The silence devours even my last sighs please freeze my screaming heart please… Laying together again laying together again no life nor death on that bed (but) just a woman and a man… Laying together again tears won’t wake up the dead laying together again… laying.

You can hide in my arms if the Sky unleashes his fury for He’s betrayed in your heart lays my sight for all the things I’ve searched and looked for… My end belongs to your beginning my death will follow your blossom my eyes will seek your hands forever Oh thou, pale tulip of mine. "What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night So stumblest on my counsel?" In Night, I came to you for There were born our kisses and pleasures breathe so far from the Sun envious by the grace that shines in light of yours a sweet damnation fell on my breath Since then, I can’t but look for you wearing a mask of Night for There were born our dreams My end belongs to your beginning my death will follow your blossom my eyes will haunt your life forever… Our fields will be forever visible to no one that can’t reach the light above us … so dim… I hold within my fever your Eyes as pure as water Never I will chase Them in the Sun ‘Cause Sun is only a vision a strange kind of illusion Night is the only mother we have Wait is my own father.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

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Stained by your blood and by the crowd that daze me invoking your weeps and my spear deep within your wounds but what’s this void in my veins… This strange fear inside… Why hell am I crying? Why can I feel all your nails… Feel all your thorns and all your pain?… But why can I feel all your thirst feel all your sadness, hear all the voices in your brain?… It’s kind I knew your last hope and all your temptations hiding glitter in few pieces of gold God, fool or just man anyway your betrayed eyes will look on for years and years and so you’ve crucified us Why can I feel all your nails… And all the scorns…feel all your fear?… But why can I see your defeat and that you’re dying but no one to help you… Where is your Lord now? He’s looking at me?… "(…) But when they came to Jesus, they saw that he was dead already, so they didn’t break his legs. One of the soldiers, however, pierced his side with a spear, and blood and water flowed out.(…) "A bone of him shall not be broken. And again another scripture saith, They shall look on him whom they pierced" (John, 19:37)

How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year What freezing have I felt, what dark days seen With old December's bareness everywhere And yet this time remov'd was summer's time The teeming Autumn big with rich increase Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime Like widowed wombs after their Lord's decease Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me But hope of Orphans, and unfathered fruit For Summer and his pleasures wait on thee And thou away, the very birds are mute. Or, if they sing, ‘tis with so dull a cheer That leaves look pale dreading the winter’s near

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

The mirror watches He’s hiding Yet knows he’s everywhere A swarm of faithful flies That unconditionally love Him Like a festering fruit He creates the void in his eyes Paints Himself by shades of red With drops of absinthe And laudanum In that wretched Sundays That fast become violet then black Limbs in gangrene in a crippled body The guest in the mirror Hopes that night would give hIM a gleam of nasty pleasure in a life so tiresome The guest awaits his moment for he knows He won’t go too far Soon He will be back with His prey so young And scary, but beautiful like a summer’s morning The hunger will be satisfied for just a moment Alas! He wants more and more and more… Crying, He watches While he’s eating No face lives No sound tunes Forbidden meals that intoxicate more than wine A sleepless killer and a hopeless sinner enslaved by his own beauty that now shines once more deep in that mirror soon thirsty again and again…the guest will wait.

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

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