Sexual Affective Disorder

Wait for the opening of my life Yours in streams from my shadow self Tragedy Fallen worlds Tragedy Lost Children driven from roots beyond imagination Yours to come I hope you will carry the burden For those I could not reach Come sit on my knee feel my fists The disaster of my life You must know it's not you to blame Out there I'm nothing here you fear me Fell my fists your eyes so hateful Your small hands I see them in dreams Protecting what is left I don't deserve to live Come sit on my knee Your eyes so faithful

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025

As always the seasons have turned And winter grasps the northern world Might of darkness cease the day The light of life - driven away Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring Let the winter begin How can I face this Reflection of me My own flesh and blood So dislike me Father - I am of you But yet so fresh Sprung of this world Another world Black milk of dawn I drink you In the night of dark embrace At dawn and dusk at all times 'till all my beloved are defaced This light of dawn I cease it From my dark life enhanced The sorrow of another world In past winter it's engulfed Dust is what is left of blossoms in the spring Let the winter begin How can I face the reflection of me My own flesh and blood so dislike me Father Inherited Indestructive bonds Parallel carnations Take us on Throughout all time Travelling But you You're inside of me And I see your history Condemns me

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

It's a real speacial way of achieving I cannot quite confirm Horrid twists in your ways of arranging Well see what you'll get in return I am feeling Something I neved needed Horrid way to twist the truth Bond of mine Suffered I am not content with your excuses Pathetic and useless matching your intrusion I can feel patience dying in me Very soon to beyond my verge Bond of mine Broken Patience is dying in me Believe me It can't be reserved Boiling inside me it's breeding Growing I have to expose Patience is dying in me It can't be reserved Fragments of the dying art Aggression released Fragments of the dying art Patience deceased

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

I despise you Yet I can't live without you Makes me feel like a man You Visually intact Lecherous And lushful Pleasurous And despised I see the curves Like a river of lust Heating me on Visually intact The only thing you've got Otherwise you would fade away I'm discovering a desire Letting go Still you are a person Not unlike me Different point of views Yet unlike me I want the lecherous acts to rule Not your verbal skills Flooding nowhere You want to live through me I in you

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

Elevate me To a higher level And grant me your powers The gifts I desired Experience Transform me Into another form of life Polymorphed human beings The fittest will survive

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Feb 13, 2026

This dream is taking me Far beyond imagined In it I exist As a shadow of myself Small reflections of my past Display themselves to me My life before mine to control Now cybernetics fusioned my being My soul is in a machine Help me to breathe Before my eyes my face Before my dreams began I see my face and I am smiling These lucid dreams are terrifying

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025

In these times of fear The gods have lost their faith And man stands alone The bonds which connect eachother are cut in two Another place Another dimension The destination of maturing Is it the common sense That is presented Or pure instinct The chemistry of liquid black and white Forgetting the primates The relatives we have denied We are no more or less Two sexes to secure the race Two abdominals Driven by a lower instinct The smell of sweat Body liquid we so quivering inject Wanting the world Achieving nothing but black The blindfoldness you consume When the stains That contaminated Your thoughts Is sprayed away You can return To your shell With a clean mind You're blind but I can see Your helpless thoughts and misery Your blindfolded eyes conceal A distorted harmony

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

Expend your imagination Enter a world of dreams Are you one of god's creations Freed with primal scream You must face the consequence Of what you rely upon Your death is just a minor sequence In the flow of time Will destroy Or will it heal The sorrows that you feel Having sex Violently tasting Pleasantry A few seconds of life I do think you'll suffocate Within that web of dreams Horrid screams what you create Whilst reeling to what is Suffering all this pain Pain of labour Creation You are a creation of mine Inside me you have to grow I fear you The things that we do Abandon all things for the flesh It is oblivion And hence Thou art gone We are the scorn of this world We are the damned of all wars Can't forget the taste of affection Dear mother virgin or whore

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 25, 2025

As I die I see the world in blossom Released from it parasites Reach the end again A cyclus neverending Mankind has to fall And it will again and again Can't you taste the poison The bitterness in your mouth Interference blame Act of stupidity At the end there will be Chaos to climb As I live People cross eachother Being civilized Repress their instincts Scared of their own smell Life goes on Same old habit Afraid of any change Small talk of people Serving boundless depths Wish you were able to see To see through my eyes Wish we dreams together In dreams all things can be

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 25, 2025

Picture this A belief dressed in gold The carving of the finest wood Kept together with the golden dublet Rotten to the pith The pith on which you feed The struggle Destroying the emptiness we framed Empty frames A vision of the truth Covered with the sound of a scream The emptiness on which they feed The balance you walk The matter of life and live Still building empty frames The frames on which you feed Making them everlasting Frames you can hide beneath The point of contact You showed the deceived Yes I want to rip your skin To suck the juice From your exposed body My goal To paint you between the sticks You have strained Like an ever changing motive It seems so clear Like the black wet paint on the canvas Your conduct of life

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025