Black as Lead & Death
The desertic summer fades, the black curtains opens on a depressive autumn. The ground gave rotten fruits this season. The black wings of melancholy above the superstitious mortals. The dogs bark at the moon, children wake at night. Since the appearance of those weird black eggs, No chance for an exorcism in this place forgotten by god Some of them speak of witchcraft but no scapegoat to crucify. Peasants in starvation and fear, epidemics over animals. Each day opens on new victims, cursed by a strange evil. No one to bless the funeral, the priest was buried one week ago. Fields are changing to mass graves. People dwell in the church which has turned weird and dark. Ignoring the chapel is the nest, they get close to Evil. Curse spreads over the villages around as a magnetic wave of sadness. The wind carries the carrion’s stench, the eggs of melancholy.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025
Deny the few that remain and send feeling to oblivion. The taste of survival has decayed to feel the touch of empty darkness. So, I’ll never miss anyone the day I’ll shoot my head. And no regret for lost joy, avoid rotting here. Hidden from the daily world, ugly soul marked by doom. The years have let an acid trance as a treat over humans. The dark path you’ll follow. I’ll take you in my fall. I also remember some times of vice and lust, but so few. Never asked you to understand my pain, just see me suffer. How many years I’ve lost the fight. The glory of the past times has gone, the union and our brothers, Gone, gone, gone… Nothing remains and I’m not sad to quit. The lead will show me the gate of death. Black, feeling bad on each second I breathe, black, my human shell becomes so weak. Black as the twilight of this world, black, this tunnel has no fucking end. Black as my heart and all I know, black as color of my soul. Black as drug and alcohol, black as the future of tomorrow. Black as the glorious circle’s time, black as a past never to be back. Black, only my soul sad memory remains, black as my flowing bloodtears. Black as I suck the cold iron barrel, black as the metal on my teeth. Black as the seed of death’s ejaculation, black as the lead that splatters my face.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 24, 2025