Ressentiment

In the bleak wind blown from space In the dark, alone, unwilling, we embark Hanging from the hidden roof of night The black interim, the folded poppy Mansions of fear, mansions of pain Crossing the frontiers of darkness To summon that which may consent To be delayed, but not to be denied

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025

No phoenix rises from the ruined walls I ponder now the grief of many rooms The shadows, the colors turning The vestal moon, the violating sun Oh soft embalmer of the still midnight You call to me from across the rotting sea Rain suspended in the sky

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 25, 2025

The central fires of secret memory The privilege of inner life self-fashioned The small white tapeworm of the soul The desolate gift of liberty No marble cenotaphs We choose the vast of dereliction Frail as summer flowers Yellow wasted leaves

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

The dust upon the paper eye And the burst stomach like a cave Grappling hands slid deep into rotten flesh Where is it now, the glory and the dream? Your blood and soil are piss and shit Your honor and glory vanity’s refuse

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

Like the deepening of frost in the slow night When birds are dead in the morning There is desolation in the midst of music Silent hammers of decay The reddest rose is a ghost The world that was ours is a world that is ours no more Earth cares for her own ruins, naught for ours

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

The slow approach of winter after winter The turning seasons wither in my head The weary fluctuations of time and distance, Forgetfulness and dying The grey king no longer clings to that which dies The imagination is lonely at the great thought of death Black void of loneliness Worms rob the honeycomb

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025