2nd Sun in the Eclipse
There are times I find new gods. My dear. I know it's breaking you. I do care a lot. But it's coming out the hope you make me search. I follow your shape. A touch. You're so delicate. Move this perfect body. It's not a depression. Am I really praying? Can you see it? The bottom of a glass distorts your beauty. How can you be this empty? A doll to fuck. I learnt to live with all I hide. The promises I make to myself. To forget. I cannot keep. Wear it all on your shoulders Or stay away. Letting you play. Another prayer of mine. Too common to be some more. No meaning in any word if I’m not telling what I feel. Do I speak to the walls? To some god? A doll to fuck. Wasted life. Fucked up just before it could really start. What life? Shut up. Give a hand. Soft skin. So cold now. Any meaning. Between your legs. It's not a birth. It's not.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Am I departed? Or have I gone to far in my expectations? Heart and mind Disturbed creation I know eyes that saw miracles and death ...drinking up to forget I’m still alive... Learnt to feel when learnt to cry Learnt to be blind when learnt to cry I rise upon fragments of my broken promises (every single myriad part Of a second that stops There is a shift, a drift Shadows on the walls again Cannot stand this trance Shadows dance) I know eyes that saw miracles and death ...teach me to forget the sun, This is the time when whispers are noisier than screams Everything is constant - stop crying out
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
--- Creation --- A genius gave an ideal shape. This body's now disfigured. This mind's now devalued. (I draw another circle) E7 to e5 after e2 to e4. So promising as every new beginning. Yes. It was. But till the end we know what embryo is. The same pose but in different position. Trying to hide in an empty space inside a glass-box. D2 to d4. Standard procedure. Passing away through different passages. So much stays undiscovered. But things stay untouched 'cause everything around has been known. ...sometimes I find our ways being like pipes... One entrance, one outlet, and everyone has such. D7 to d5 is always next as if there was no other way. But my question is: "how many worlds are we living in?" G1 to f3 ... Protecting the fools.or supporting the fools' attack. You are identified. Your symbol I do know. ... Symbols pass in time ... --- destruction --- Figures drawn on panes. Mathematics deny such an irregular vision. Can changing the angle change objects I see? Process of measurement has never completed yet. I've been told not to follow my own sugestions. Fingertips on cold glass plains that limit freedom. Self-similar four-dimensional fractals collide with a few last concious thoughts. State of mind. State of being. State of absence. Emergency has no functionality at all... But light emerged. Need some space... Complication has become the only factor of taking one more second to try once more... But we keep playing the same fucking game as always. Recreation I'm getting number as always
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
A new life. In a head of freed. My sweet obsession, to that day I shall live... You were pushed into mind, driven through the core, I grasp for air so fresh now, you are the freedom worth to fight for. Devalued world, I don't mind looking back to past, I've lived through you. Things I’ve been given to take care of... Became rooted. I still carry your parental care Inside - but you still decline. A new life A new life - out of the art of free. Into you I flee. Awoke me from this passive and plain ordinariness I experience, I forget. The more, the less. Time devours this place I still see... See Time ruins this place I need to leave I give up myself to what's within me What's within me?
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Dear child, Collect your feelings in a box, And learn to wear your scars with pride... Dear child, Someday you'll understand the reason Make your dreams your private toys They'll never know of No need to hide your tears They don't even try to see And someday you'll awake In four walls of your private loneliness You'll call it home As you'll yearn for it And keep coming back to Dear child, There's no song that can help you fall asleep It's just those echoes in your head aggressively pulsating A lullaby you learn by heart. Song of glory. Song of joy. A requiem. And when you get rid of habitual apathy Try to erase the stars from your part of the sky They mean nothing but a drift in space.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
'Tis not a fever. Become a box where I could store all that overcomes me. You've become a muse to me. Whorish figure of art I cannot keep myself away from. Can't stand this shit you still in, much different from the one I’m losing myself in. I hate when you lack frenzy that makes you my truth. No. Not the chaos you bear every second of the vanity you are. This is the space of me Built upon the discipline Of placing feelings, trust and blame Scratch this piece of mind Where I hide my true face Losing shine As if it was too late It's just another turn Prevent simplicity Scratch out your eyes to see It's a lie This is the space of me This is the space we share This silence in the distance between us Hands on glass Sight following sight How long can you be the false that hurts How long can you breathe between my words Hands on glass Sigh following sigh It's just another turn Beware of simplicity Scratch out your eyes to see It's alive This is the space of me
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
I'm tired of this sham elation Opposities and irreverence Fundamental mind's escape Runing around towards the horizon It's just hope that makes me see colors in the sky The stained glass of sickening illusions Across the circle obsessions float by 7 rise and set sequences How many angles does this ball have? Leave that toy, boy These are just patterns of some fake reality Pieces of glass and mirrors Get a life, grow up Stop scratching those transparent walls Do you feel like a single swan on the lake? All you've seen is yours to handle All you've been is yours to hate In this corrupted mind Universal truths mean nothing ...glass ball horizon..
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
And like larves in cocoons, We sleep, oversleep ...await, We arise in a hermetic lethargy As sequent millenia pass we hibernate. And all the time We watch your civilization fall... Your suns just immitate the bloom (Sensation...Inanimate winter... Desolation...Spring won't come) Spring won't come, we bring you the snow, Sexless seasons to make you become extinct (Summers died) ... Perhaps we are the flowers that cease Blooming to fast, but we won't give up Until you cease to exist ... And maybe we've learnt to ignore Your appearance being always isolated, I suppose we've just disjoined Our different disconnected ways of perception, Choosing to see only what we wanted to see. Seeing only what we chose... (And) You also slept, overslept, awaited, Like larves in cocoons... While our suns were shining you Arose in the lightproof slumber, And as sequent millenia pass We all hibernate;
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
(Where is here?) In these four walls solitude has devalued (Ordinary secrecy of feeling can't Heal any more...) In these four walls only silence Can dwell now... can arise (Ordinary peace brings no relief) ...You are not here, there or anywhere Still I inhale... the same narcotic air Enlivening oxygen burns Even the silence hides deeper inside me You are not here to confirm My weakening existence You cannot even give me quietus (I just have to watch this place Through the bares of my own hands) ...And it's me who's dwelt In your absence The immitation of being so active But I'm paralysed in this monotony Of chaos, and even the silence Hides deeper into me (Flowers wither mutilated with The tint of bloom, Mothers bear the seed of collapse, And new life comes already Dying, The progeny of misused generations, All of us are the hybrids That nourish the hybrid Children still unborn ... And perhaps we are aware, Perhaps we care, But there's nothing we can do, We die when we begin to bloom) To these four walls I've confined My comfortable freedom The beautiful flight of burning Paper doves You cannot exist as any entity In such supreme equilibrium
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026
Once a little girl toyed with the dolls She named them Hurt and healed 'Cause she was their mother. But someday when the dolls were talking They realized "It can't be like this" They took the knives from the kitchen (Secretly of course) And while the little girl was serving the supper They unceasingly kept smiling - Knowing what would happen. And so it was... First series hit the belly And all the rest reached the head. The snow fell, the beautiful winter The snow fell, such exquisite winter (The plush was fleeing from her And the dolls had gone somewhere) The snow was falling (The night becoming deeper and deeper still) The eyes of mother were dying.
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 19, 2026