Streams Inwards

The union has begun in crescendo. Where you hide, I will shine...alone And fears I will forget and straight I'll go Do you want to know? So play the keys in the sky and confuse me With the ethereal colors of depression's eve When alignment crosses the line of earth. Starmaker, Denied logic I can't deceive wind. How could you feel deafness, When my hands are down on earth? Starmaker, Never leave me Denied logic I can't deceive wind.

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

I see you high in the sky Subjected to the pace of time Or drown in a sea Deeper than death. I can be your sun Or just a beggar But still, I undo myself Into ashes. Should you choose one more time, Would you turn it into hell again? You, among two suns Of impossible dreams, You among two suns. Ungrateful stars Lacking heat, Could I someday lay there, In between? I can be your sun Or just a beggar. Feeling burning spaces But still, I undo myself Into ashes Freezing over again. Your colors become one Laying further down than me. Your light takes up all Dividing my soul without bleeding It turns off the sun just with breathing Dies in illusion, and gone.

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

...And so the bell-maker flew high Modeling wind and light Tolling, he kept every soul inside Once inside a time. Toll, toll, resound, echoes too far Wind is independent of time It carries the truth in form of sound Vibrating to the eardrum of the sun. Burn, burn, ablaze, flares too fast Sun becomes wind at last Wind becomes truth in action And tolls the bells of deception. Untimely bell vibration Fooled soul direction. Time intoxication! Fooled by the gust of purification!

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

She tried to evaporate yet not to disappear. She believed she knew it all But she forgot with a bitter sip of time. I know I can find within you that stardust Of an almost perfect infinite galaxy. But... Have you ever tried to orbit around emotion, In absence of gravity? Have you ever tried to look forward, With eyes like mirrors? Noise and light will not change, Standing there in that constant rain of sand You will die upright Carved by the storm. There's electricity no more, Guilty calm, thirstless calm, What do you expect from time? A great inspiration For a small job, I can still feel the moon ablaze Of your telekinetic eyes.

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Blinding sparkles Of humidity Every morning, Since the beginning. Faded memories kept Waiting for me. Sweet childhood, Dissipating and innocent Too short to grab it back Surrounded by a burning sea Vanished at any dusk. North, give me hope Rescue me and forgive me, Catatonic north, wait for me Because I wait for you. Always jealous, always the same Smiling on spring's eve You, prowling around madness Descend one last time Warm, lovesome winters They scourged my timid essence Rotting me until getting me drunk, Until I reached beauty... Give me hope, Rescue me and forgive me, Catatonic north, Wait for me Because I wait for you.

I suppose accuracy In the morphology of knots. With that impertinent spontaniety, A freezable hypnosis is born So to apply it on whenever you need A tied new breed Tied and red hot Like every knot In abscence of Scientific delirium. The truth reveals inside A smell recording device As the first work Of a paid knot untier. But that freezing inside A loss of logic provides Altered by ancient odours. Another defrosted hypnosis in vain, Another failed attempt Of untying one knot of accuracy.

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

A procession towards the sea Made of light years With hurt and discarded gods as raindrops. A celestial graveyard, A sea of dead comets. Drops of chaos he released Before dying out Drowning all his promises Stained and empty. My karma he unleashed And with my dyed soul With suffocating illusion I had to pay. Your truths I have dreamed of But my dreams have prevailed. The cycle ends My constellation bursts, A sea of dead comets Now we are light.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 25, 2025

Dripping colours of a distant image Reveal a shape that I can't see They paint the trail of a dream But distance is more than I can breathe Still far away, still cold My aura chokes me Lies to me loves me And despises me Yet in the end She whispers to me: "...But remember, You'll always be closer than it seems, You'll stay forever embraced In the birth of a hidden dream" How could I? Too late to realise That shape was the same as me.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025